Spent last night thinking about a lot a lot of things. I think I think too much. Its not like I'll type them here. That reminds me, I resolved to type an email to someone last night. I don't know whether I'll have the courage to.

Thanks Wai Yee, whether you see this or not. Thanks for replying my message. :D

I realise I keep worrying about nothing. I worry about unnecessary things.

Are people really selfish? I keep convincing myself otherwise, but reality keeps pulling me back. I think we are. Things we do are to protect ourselves, protect our name, protect our image. Maybe once in a while, we'll do something not for ourselves, but most of the time, we aren't. We eat, rest, work, play just to satisfy our so called purpose of living. So what if I can eat a lot, so what if I can sleep a lot, so what if I can work a lot, so what if I can earn a lot of money? All of it is going to end someday. Why are we fighting so hard? Why can't we just enjoy living?

I'm feeling kind of phillosophical today. Maybe I should do a GP essay on this kind of day. Seems like I'm going to come up with something worthy of KI even. Haha.

Why am I not average? I would rather be. Who said mediocre was bad? I would rather be. I know, its just me, but I don't understand. Honestly speaking, I don't understand a lot of things. I don't, I don't I don't.

Two more days till school reopens. I haven't started a single piece of work or revision. Its not like I'm not worried; all the more I should be studying since I missed an entire month. But I just can't. I just can't sit there and read and do and read and do something I don't even understand and I don't even want to understand.

There are a lot of options, aren't there?

And I've sort of come to a conclusion.

My mind's as twisted as the world is.