i have a pimple. its substantially obvious. everything i look at it, it gets bigger and bigger. upon closer scrutiny, i notice the offensive pus. it belies the fact this its going to burst soon. the pain, the agony. would there be scarring?how long would it last? how badly would i be disfifured? for life? the pain stings and its itchy. do you know how such unwelcome volcanoes of hatre are formed? some pore gets all choked up and the skin cant breathe literally causing this huge red boil that looks fucking disgusting. the pus is like yellow goo. (as you can see from my choice of words, i hate it) yet, it's part of teenage life. where the battle really lies, in the mind.
i hate chem. yikes. i have to study though. but im really tired and im fucking worried for my amaths and i want to write poems instead so im turning confused here and really mixed up i mean what should i do it is so funny how some choices present themselves in front of you i mean why am i blogging now why am i NOT studying should i put myself down about now ohh i really suck ahh i just didi woah that feels good poof everyone who comments because no one does not that my blog is interesting but here a comment lah bout that poem thing its really fun as introduced by fengling.i wanna study outside. sigh. ljs :)
