We're all running out of time.

I think term 3 will be like the most stressful period of your life.
Teachers will be stressed as well.
And this is seriously the first time in my whole entire life I'm starting my revision sooo early in advance.

Which means no more card games, no more blogging of long stories, no more slacking in school after lessons, no more early nights, no more slack weekends, no more chatting on msn for long hours, no more distractions, basically no more life.
Argh.

There will be just God, family, friends (minimal), _______, music, sweets, notes.

It's the last 3 months to determine who you are. Quoting Mr Patrick.
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Hahaha.
And know what.
The feeling is like. Your happiness disappearing in a flash.
Empty emptied emptiness.

Sometimes I wish I'm much less complicated eh.
So please don't assume you know so much about me. Like what I may be talking and everything. You may think I mean this but actually I meant otherwise. Because I'm too complicated beyond understanding.

And it's because of this I appreciate you a lot. Because you seem to know what excatly I'm thinking and mean every time. And even without me saying, you know when I'm feeling down and everything. Telepathy or what.

There are a lot of things that ran through and are still running through my mind. But some things are not meant to be posted here.

And sometimes it's better to put a break to everything.
Some things you see but you pretend you don't.
Like building up a wall and not letting anyone touch you so they can't hurt you.
And repeat to yourself over and over that it doesn't matter.

And I don't really care whether it does actually matters or not anymore.
What's got to be done, got to be done.
And I don't really care if you understand whatever crap I'm talking about because some things are meant to be kept inside.

This world is full of pretences.
And at the end of the day, the only one you know who's there all the way is the Lord. He knows things you hide inside, how much you're hurting, things that you yourself don't even know. And He never fails to be there whenever you need someone to talk to, someone to cry out to, and heals you no matter what. God gives the perfect kind of love and I think only He is capable of doing so simply because He's God.