Anyway, I've been emo-ing for the past few days (I bet Joleen knows why.) and it's rather disturbing. The weekends I've been looking forward to don't seem as relaxing. The nights are filled with uncertainties: oh-my-gosh-how-come-I-feel-that-I-haven't-done-something syndrome pops up every single night. And currently, before I tackle my math questions, I'm here to rant about how fulfiling or unfulfiling it has been. I don't know what is the 'it', but whatever, if you and I don't have a generation gap, you will understand that it can forever belong as the unidentifieds. And I'm having a splitting headache from the lack of rest accompanied by the sexy voice and runny nose. Well done immune system. I've been stuffing myself with antibiotics (which my mum assures would work. Though I highly doubt so.), panadol and spoonfuls of pi pa gao.
Oops, angsty part ahead. Proceed with caution. Anyway, I've had enough of you. Just cause you think you have the power you can do anything. Sorry, I'm refuse to believe you anymore. I've said stuff like these countless times, apparently telepathy doesn't exist between you and me. I'm just a coward who's scared to stand up to you, but that doesn't mean I don't hate you.
我不会耍手段，因为你不值得我为你牺牲。我只会暗地里恨你，因为你伤害了我。
Phew. I'm feeling a teeny weeny bit more liberated now. Rereading the paragraph, I suddenly think it applies to a few people around me. Oops, sorry for being direct. Its time to return to math, even if its going to kill me.