Ignoring, for now, the fact that mY AZTEC PYRAMID JUST FELLDOWNANDALLITSCONTENTSARESPILLINGOUT
And ignoring, for now, the fact that there's a much awaited Geog CCT tomorrow which I haven't mugged for.
"..so y'all better start answering, before I squirt stuff on your faces!" -Kai Yong wielding Nike bottle.
WX: Eight a square plus a square is what!?
Me: Uh. Nine a square?
WX: I PUT SEVEN LEH!
Ah. Very tired. These three days its fencing-archery-fencing. Gonna break a bone sooner or later.
Failpic!
I like nine because its one short of ten. Its like, almost there but not complete, kinda thing.I know there was a ton of things I wanted to post yesterday but either 1. can't bring myself to post now or 2. really can't remember. Ah well.
Are you sure you're home?
Edit:
Continuing from just now then.
Well I guess the thing about me is that I don't show what I feel. Sometimes not at all. Not in just one specific case. I don't know why I like hiding so much. Its like, the more I care about someone, the more I try to pretend I'm neutral, and the more it seems I'm blatantly ignorant. Foolish, foolish fool.
I kinda figured its about the supply and demand. The society demands a fun, charming, sociable and sensible boy, so I try to give it to them the best I can. Its like that painting by Salvador Dali. The one with bacon and the meaning being something along the lines of the community "eating" (or rather, accepting) the image that he gives.
Does everything about me have to be pretentious lies? What really needs to be hidden? Haven't I suffered enough for deceit?
Y'see, the problem with wearing a mask is that. Sooner or later, you'll forget who you were beneath it.
For all the rightest reasons, I've been making all the wrong reactions.
And I really don't see how much more screwed up I can get.
My home left me when I walked out that door.