The dad of a good friend passed away two days ago... Like a day before his first paper... Why do bad things always happen at the wrong time... I'll be going over to the wake later tonight. Just hope that he'll be able to pull himself together and concentrate on his examinations for the moment... And not end up like me...
Sad things happening just about everyday... Damn.. Is this like my cursed month or something!!! I can just take about any shit thrown at me... extra work, no sleep, no tv, no internet, horrible results!!! Anything but this...
What is he supposed to do??? He's just tired... Of being the one who's always wrong... The one who always apologises... Hates himself for being like that... He shall go punish himself by reading 2 more chapters of physics!!!
