oh come on

aah! competition is tomorrow. how? no blazer. no anything. i feel so helpless. stupid mr mahmood got me a size s blazer thinking i can fit into it. like hello? aah! there must something perveriably wrong with him. but at least he said nice things today. like my writing fluidity. yippees. and said that my writing is quite high standard for ij standards. pffft. now i'm like a sitting duck in school waiting for a blazer. yipes!


i want him to be there. but no. pffft. now i've got the feeling that i've want this so bad. so bad it'd hurt. represent school. represent country? blazer first. you can think about the country later girl. and actually research while you're at it. haiz. my life is never over it seems.


bohemian like you