Halfway through study camp, yea camping out at sch. NAH. My cradle's still my sweet bed. Gawd, this is misery. Its targets set, reached and failed everyday. PLEASE 2 months worth of hols, let it come. Oh and look at how leen's tum grew and grew. Eating's the only pleasure left and bare pockets' hanging out.
Enough said, pain's around. Stretched is how i feel and i can't burst so i just get wider. Maybe it isnt pain, it might have started with worry. Then it grew and it grew. Wrecks through me like waves. I can always help myself, but its not me that i worry or want to help. Its being helpless and useless and sitting out at the sidelines cause i dont understand the game. Dont they always say 'its how much you try?' i want to try if im given the chance to, If. Im sorry this wouldnt make sense to most, maybe none. There are more impt things in life yea? Such as the thing thats glaring at you round the corner and we all know what is it..