B.T.S.B

i'm sick, i'm suffering from a severe case of B.T.S.B. the doctors say its useless and that i just have to wait it out. its one of those things like salmonella where you can only wait it out and pray it won't do permanent internal damage to the system.

what if i never get well again?

i fear for my life:(

in any case, i'm really upset. hmmm, and i blew $42 on lunch. i just ate and ate and ate and ateeeeeeeeee. comfort food i call it. binging is so passe but argh, it does the trick.shucks.i'm so dead. i'm so sick and i'm going to die and i hate the world AND i think people are such a waste of space AND i pray that the terrorists/secret militants will come bomb temasek poly when its deserted(no innocent lives lost and school will be, er. non existent)AND urghhhhh. i'm so so so annnnnoyed:(

oh, and lest you think i've violated the rules of grammar in all its worldly wonder, i am aware that there can be no more than one "and" in a sentence. however, the multiple "ands" in my previous paragraph just go to show the succession of emotions from irksome worthy events.

URGH. i'm so short tempered now.

and by the way, B.T.S.B stands for "back to school blues".

shucks, i'm going to die:(

this is exactly how i feel. and do you realise. the focus of the photograph is not on bryce, but is instead on the magazine he is ahem, MOCK reading. so, bryce is the background and the magazine is the foreground. don't you sometimes feel that way? when you're getting so pissed off and angry but you're cast into the background(not that you're yearning for centre stage) but it sucks when focus is on such frivolties.

URGH. annoyed:(