AGE SEVENTEEN

Something I wrote in my Econs lecture notes
J-jaded. Cynical.
Age 17.
Arrogant. Smirk.
Age 17.
Intelligent? Not.
Age 17.

Short, nonscensical, written because I was and am discontent with the world and my circumstances. Then again, I can never fully be happy.

Double-edged sword, having the History test postponed til Thursday. I get one more day to study, yet one more day to prolong my pain of revising. And there's an Economics test tomorrow which I only found out about today, and I have to finish up my PI. The good thing is that PChua assures me that I'm on the right track. Like whoopdeedoo. That reminds me. I haven't complied the damn research for my group project. ARGH. LIKE I HATE DEADLINES. I HATE PROJECT WORK. I HATE SOCIALISING.

^_^

Wait. I've finished a rough skeleton of it.

(no subject)

Are you just using me to get what you want?

Ignoring me when I'm not needed?

Don't take me for granted.

Even as a friend.

It hurts.

NOTE: OH HEY. LOOK AT THE GRAPHOLOGY!