on.
don't bother. its only when we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
i'm sick of struggling till 4 in the morning to write appeal testimonials. i'm sick of taking chances from different schools. i'm sick of wearing the shirt of a different college and trying to be part of the team. i'm sick of listening to them talk about school and don't understand a letter. i'm sick of ending a race with consolations instead of praises. i'm sick of having to swallow my pride and dignity and apologising cos i missed my subject registration. i'm sick of running back to saints the moment i alight from the train just cos i want to return so badly. i'm sick of crying everyday as my heart is in saints but my physical's not there. i'm sick of biting my lips till they bled to hold back tears cos i'm sick of showing the week side of me and falling into comfort. even when my knees and ankles break i'll still crawl and drag myself, back to sa.
i wanna puke. i'm damn sick and i need an mc. [):]
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