Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I remember how I used to go to school feeling numb, hating to meet people on the way to school in the morning. I hate to pretend to be happy, but that was what I usually do the moment I step into the front gate of school.

I hate cane marks.

I used to have lots of them.

I hate how I'm so being kicked like a ball in the house. So what if I'm a University student? Yes I'm supposed to help, but not when help is DEMANDED.