Mood:
Irritated
Location: Blk 81, Level 2 (school)
Well. I never thought I'd come here again but here I am. Then again, this has always been a repeated procedure for me. Leaving my blog and coming back I mean. I was thinking of opening a new blog but then, the birth date of that blog would have no significance. So for a petty reason such as that, I'm gonna continue writing here till my 20th birthday and THEN I'll open up a new blog.
Ayup. I'm back folks.
On to the matter at hand. What made me want to come back to write. You see: my life has no shortage of drama. Seriously. All teenagers got their crap and shit to deal with but mine just seems so darn overwhelming. I just feel like I need to jot this down somewhere so I can remember it and reflect on the matter at hand.
So today. Hmm. My ex-boyfriend fainted during lecture. Or something. I don't know/care. Apparently he was lightheaded and vomiting and the lecturer had to call an ambulance to school to wheel him away. It was pretty 'dramaful' and people in the lecture were glancing at me. Like, wth? What do you expect me to do? Stand by his side until his eyes flutter open and look around only to settle on my worried, caring face? This ain't no Korean drama yo.
But seriously. He's dumb. REALLY dumb. Your dad has glaucoma and needs an expensive surgery. Your brother's business wasn't doing well and had to close down. You need a leg surgery amounting to THOUSANDS. And what do you do? You dramatized your symptoms (of what, our lecturers had NO IDEA. And they're professional nurses btw.) until you had to be carried away to A&E in an ambulance. Which would at least cost you $100+. Are you sure you're thinking well, you 23-year-old man?
Whatever. I don't have time to waste on him. Common tests are next week. I'm gonna focus on studies and do well.
Sighs. Drama.
Labels: irl, phail
