Dobby,

You  have a nice day. x]

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It is not my fault that your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/friend-with-benefit/whatever the hell is showering more attention on me than he is on you.
Your blah blah blah is an ugly fuck.
Nice. But an ugly fuck, nevertheless.
I can safely say that I'd be risking my sanity if I have to go to an all-girls' anything after spending 14 long years in an all girls' school. And this is precisely the reason why.
Girls are pretty. [You are not] But they're just TOO MUCH DRAMA.
To be around, all the time.
I'm majorly fucked up and that's probably why I don't have normal reactions to events like most people do. And if you haven't become immune to people blabbering behind your back after having spent so so long at a girls' school, then what have you learnt, right?
I guess I was never programmed to care about hearsay. Well, more win for me. Sucker! =D

We don't all get to be wise.

If we did, we would have a world of the wise. And wisdom would be another chipped rock in the dustpile. Or perhaps, even less.
Should have listened to my instinct. 
There really is nothing left for me to do right now, except admit defeat. Or hope. Which is worse.
I don't know which is worse. I know nothing really at the moment. 
My brain is overworked. And my body cannot deal with anymore anxiety.
I could not have imagined that I could fuck up this bad.
The truth is my ego is forbidding me to admit my naivete.
This is the most inferior I have ever felt. I can't even seem to get on with the mundane activities of daily life without doubting myself.
I need the next week to transpire as early as it possibly can.

YAWN

I am exhausted. I am.
All my admission tests are over.
There's relief, and fear, in that realisation.
SXC Second List, don't be a bitch.
Please.

Shaddapp, everybody.

By that, I'm asking myself to shut up really. More than ever before.
Everyday, I walk into a college with 2-3 thousand hopeful students. And their another thousand teary-eyed parents. And I am scared. I am scared than I have ever been before.
To know that you're competing against thousands is one thing, to see them in person is another.
It adds up to less than 1 seat per 100 candidates.
Not that I had any self-esteem to begin with. But everytime I walk in through one of those lofty old gates my self-esteem is pretty much under the soles of my shoes, as I drag my feet towards wherever it is I have to be.

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Born This Way

I think it might finally be time, to go underground again.

You Call It Trouble.

This is not my picture.

That cathartic moment
when you find yourself
saying "I love you",
to random people
in your vicinity
Because you're drunk-
That is the beauty
of the drink
It undoes you
not just your tongue.



And I am back to being a happy drunk too. =)
College is going to be great.I have a feeling.