"Is life always rosy? Don't waste yourself."

Your best friend starts to irritate the hell out of you. Then it seems as though your dad is deliberately picking on you. So you talk less, or distance yourself altogether. So you cry a few tears, or several nights worth. But you can't stop living because of that. So you move on.

Because that's what we do.
We move on.
(Also because you're certain it isn't just PMS.)


Second and last PSL session today. The fact does not affect me as I thought it would have. Since when were awkward silences, and questions fired out of requirement rather than sincerity, ever missed? They'll survive.

(Picture a long paragraph elaborating today's lessons here.)

Mass run.
It was fun. Getting high on Red Bull for nothing. Talking about how our lives would be better without certain people in them (contrary to one of my previous posts, but it cannot be helped). Singing stupid songs till the rain poured. Poured, drizzled. Same thing.

Headed to McD after that. Yi Hui and Wei Loke joined us a while later. Crapped, laughed, headed home.


Being grounded has lost its meaning, ha.