just one of those blogs with words of complaints... and more complaining...

You know life's unfair when:

1. Its 12.02 A.M and you're eating cheesecake for dinner because you were too busy to have dinner with the family and you can't find any dinner like food.
2. The tip of your index finger on your left hand is burning because you have a little paper cut in that space between the skin and your fingernail.
3. The dental kids have a MCQ exam for chemistry whereas the exam meds and pods have to sit for chemistry is 3 hours long and fuck knows whats in it
4. Plus its worth like 60%
5. Did I also tell you I was failing chemistry?
6. The people you love the most are distancing themselves away from you.
+ as per usual, you don't know what to do/ say/ act like.
7. The roll of film that you took photos with at GTM two weekends ago in your lomo camera isn't rolling properly AND you've exposed it (in the dark) multiple times to make sure the films on the clips
But knowing me I've probably exposed it way too many times and now the photos from a blissfully relaxing and fun weekend are dead.
8. This cheesecake is making my sore throat just a little bit more painful.
9. Exams are coming up and I have EIGHT EXAMS and none for which I am insy teensy bit ready for
10. I hate being outside the house when its raining/ thundering eg. UNIVERSITY
11. Future. What? Enough said.
12. Oh and yeah, sore throat, since SUNDAY NIGHT.

I'm starting to get pissed off at everything. EVERRRRRRYTHING. My brother didn't return MY scissors when I nicely lent them to him YESTERDAY night.

Rarahrharlkhekr.
I feel inconsistent with everything.

I miss those cold mornings in Bunbury in this house. I would just sit outside for a while and feel peace. Someone would be brewing warm tea or coffee. Jack would be frying eggs or Lisa would leave her scrambled eggs half cooking to go have a shower. A weekend was definitely not enough. Then again, I always feel like time is short.

This was the view out of my windowsill and then the bottom photo is my lovely windowsill. Jack & I had the room on the top floor. He called it the "kids room", it kind of was, cause everyone else had HUGE beds. Something out of a magical fairytale like princess and the pea. Actually probably exactly the same beds they would've had back where the fairytale originates from.

Anyways, I gotta go sleep.
Thanks for listening to my complaining.
Always here if ya need to complain.