when your day starts with a 15 min wait for the bus under the hot sun, followed by a puking session in the school washroom immediately after... you know your day is going to be bad.
i swear... i will vote for whoever can improve the bus system. although i don't think anyone bothers to do that. heeeey! why isn't anyone listening to me?! don't you guys want MY vote?!
this morning, as i've mentioned, i was puking myself silly in the toilet the moment i reached school. in fact, when i boarded the bus, i already felt nauseous but i dismissed the thought of puking on bus... no one looked amicable.
i think whatever that i expelled out was.. gastric juices? i don't know. i only know it was horrible after i puked. because it felt like someone was twisting my diaphragm (do you spell it like that?) and refusing to let go. then i had a tummyache.
then my paper was bad. well.. the questions were.. i don't know. but in any case, halfway through the paper i wanted to just die and give up and head home for some shut-eye. i only wrote three pages of crap which i don't even think is relevant for a 50 mark question. AND MY HANDWRITING IS BIG.
this is really more than just a bad day.
listening to: tyler james -- your woman
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