Things are simple there. The people there were so amazing, you forget all the bad things about them, oh and the racism. Yeah, it was towards people like, which I'm used to, not unlike here.
I would give anything to go back there. Anything.
I didn't wanna go to CIS. My mom forced me. Apparently, it's supposed to be good for me. Pfft. Yes, because something that depresses me is good for me -.-" For Christ's sake, she's turned me into a masochist!
The best part, she says it's only for one and a half more years, but it's more than that. Everyday I die a little. I am rarely happy and I seem to be suffering identity crisis. Two years ago, I knew who I was, and who I was going to become. I sure as hell did not see this coming.
I would take on Sejarah, and BM, and anything else. I would've taken PMR. But NO. That's not good enough. I don't care if it looks good on my testimonial, if it doesn't make me happy.
I think I'm just gonna curl up and cry. But noo, I have fucking Add. Math and Business Studies to do T.T
