Let the rain fall down and wash away, my tears.

Secret #101 about yesterday: I almost committed suicide. But it was not because of stress or anything. It was out of boredom. I wanted something to get me going, to get my adrenaline pumping, to get my heart skittering, to hear myself scream, at last, for real. I wanted to get out. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair, threatening to make me bald or just blow all of the flesh off my bones, and later watch myself corrode into an unrecognizable pile of white. Yes. I was crazy. I went crazy yesterday. Totally, utterly off the handle. But I'm fine now. Just waiting for the next crazy wave to hit me. It was a painfully sweet feeling. Totally addictive. Perhaps ;3

Sanity. I'm really starting to question it. Woke up with a really bad headache today and received some of my results. No good. Not good. Not good at all. Let's just say that I could've done better. But the whole point is, I didn't. That's that. That's the motto of my day, my afternoon, my morning. I didn't. Not like I care if it makes sense to anyone or whatsoever.

Ah well. Off to do geog notes for now. Geog. Tomorrow's time to face the music. Another pretty red mark to add onto my report card. How spiffy.