Damn it.
My pencil box's gooone (misplaced!)
NOW, of all the times it could have chosen to get itself misplaced.
Ohshuggs. It's so important okay.
& functional too.
And all my data's gone (my thumbdrive is in it).
And Farah, our anklet too.
"And my precious coloured pens" . Hahahahaha
PLUS, i've just realised it like... NOW. At bloody frikin' almost twelve midnight. I'm so sad. Now i think i know what combo hits mean. It sucks all hope and energy out of you. I hate how the teachers care so much about their students, about ME. It makes me feel guilty for not trying and caring more than them (or even half as much as them). Really though, i am so touched by their altruistic motives.
And now, i have nothing to write with. I need to wait for an eagle to lend me one of its feathers, and an octopus to squirt me some ink.
*exaggerates & dramatizes dramatically*
D:
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