i must say, the feeling of missing you is starting to become numb now. its become a habit. something that just doesn't want to leave my mind. and makes me wonder down all sorts of tracks. of desire. surprises. past and future.
i'm too tired from all this crap about teaching lil kids how to highjump. how to play baddy. fuk it. i need a holiday and in these last few days i've been doing exactly the opposite. and come to even think of it i still have my ee. complex numbers test. reviews. chem homework blah blah blah to do. its true. ib takes your life away
this lifestyle is riddiculous and ironic as it may ultimately sound. i'm sick of the holiday life. almost gets to the brink of frustration. i want to go back 'home' my lil room with a bed and a beanbag. where its communal showers. and spotless appetising food. but of course its cause there's you.
this is depressing. must be because of samantha.
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