woke up @ 4.30am with some weird sensation then realised my left eye = swollen. horror horror scream.
started planning on how to cry and make a fuss at 6am, till i fell asleep.
effortless, because dad wasnt pleased with the eye (or me?)
doctor's round 8am, reached school 12. (trust me, looking at your face is hell)
mr k was a joke even during the mock pres.
fooled more w fatsayz and fatsayzg after sch, (ef-am-ale)


i did not look like someone whose life was falling apart. i did not look like a girl who had to make herself vomit to feel like she could do something right for a change. i did not look like the kind of daughter who was hated by her mother, ignored by her father.
well not anymore