Every saturday, I have to run this and that. Rush like mad. This is like crazy.

I'm very tempted to paint my nails. Get my hair done. Mum is like, can you stop delaying. I need to wait till my extra lessons are over

Eyes closing in progress. And i'm still outside.

Got to really settle down tonight to get my papers and everything.

Stop clinging on hopes that he'll come back. Stop!

Such a letdown.

O school dance recital, anyone available? 21st November.

You are defender of the weak.

Love, joy, peace.

you know, I want to talk to you badly.. I'm afraid.