Okay so, will I survive another 5 weeks? I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Is there any way I could stay unconsious and numb, and unaware about work? This sucks. Oh you have no idea. I am trapped body and soul for 9 freaking hours. TRAPPED. CONFINED. CAGED.

Oh my god today I literally had NOTHING to do. For 9 freaking hours I had to pretend to do stuff. I have no friends because there's no one my age, even if there were he's so cheena and would rather have lunch with the workers than me. OKAY I DON'T FREAKING CARE I JUST HATE THIS PLACE I PRAY EVERY MORNING THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY HATES THE PLACE MORE THAN I DO AND BURN IT DOWNNNNNN.

Oh my god it is depressing! My life has been robbed from me. For that 9 hours I actually hate being consious. UGH. UGH. 5 weeks! 5 freaking weeks! 5 more mondays. 5 more fridays and saturdays. 5 more weeks in that prison. 5 more weeks of smelling like menses blood because he who must not be named stinks up the whole place! 5 more weeks of being in 925 with people who smell sour and who doesn't brush their teeth! EW. It's just so unfair that I have to last more than half of what I've had to endure. OH MY GOD. It's like 5 weeks! oh my godddddddddddddd. shitty fuck.

okay shitttt I'm pressurised to meet my friends so I can get work off my mind! this week kelvin, next week is good friday so it's with jesus i guess, next next week maybe dinner with secondary school friends, next next next week should be like OMG SYAZA WHERE ARE YOU GO OUT WITH MEEEEE, next next next next week is up for grabs so SHIT ASK ME OUT WILL YOU. So that's 5 weeks spent with friends okay shit i'm all calm and feeling happier now. Don't ask me why I'm a dork that I choose one friend every week. I have to spread out my meetings so I can get through the weeks you see. I shall meet them every saturday so the days will pass faster and i'd be happier and everything. UGH UGH UGH.

and i will poison myself on the second last week so I can get an MC. (I got an MC last wednesday because I sort of failed to poison myself which was supposed to give me a fever like it usually does, but instead I got giddy and weird, and therefore an mc yay!) Or maybe i should break my toes. OOOH or maybe i should contract malaria.

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