I've got so much to say but I'm feeling doubtful.
Because I criticise so much it becomes a habit.
Close friends should know, I do that pretty often...
On the other hand, I hve but a handful of close friends so it doesn't matter.
Whatever...
Sick of studying.
Fuck 'O' Levels.

Wait.
I'm doing this for something.
No pain no gain.

Alright, apparently I'm hving these sporadic conversations with myself again, just that now I'm typing it all out on my space for the whole wide world to see!

No one gives a shit anyway.

Cambridge drives people crazy.
Such inhumanity...


I hope I hve dreams like swimming in an ocean full of exponential and logarithmic equations, algebra etc etc...
Or maybe I'll meet Hitler in my sleep so I can chuck him into the gas chamber and gas half of his fucking life outta him and then throw him into the human furnace alive and burn half his body away and then make him do the death march from Auschwitz to the USSR or something.

Oh my God.
This is so abnormal.