I hate blisters.I walk with a limp looking a freak.I'm really tired.I can't finish up my homework.I'm still having cold.My nose is block.My leg itch.My hair itch.I can't stop scratching.I hate Maths.I hate Science.I hate Humanities.I don't hate school.I only hate the mundane lessons.I love the weather this morning.I'm late for two times this week.I hate my friends because they are pretty and thin.I'm a fat slob.Parents hate me cause I scare their children away.I'm broke.I'm ditching the papers and books and hitting the bed now.






"Before you flare up on someone's fault,count to ten-ten of your own."