helpless

i hate feeling like this.
that i can't do anything.
that my hands have been tied and chopped off along with my legs.
i want to be told.
i want to be there.
i want to help.
but no one's letting me.
no one's letting me show my care.
my concern.
everyhing's always "just fine"
but nothing's ever really fine.
and no one seems to notice that i want to try to make things better.

but let's face it,
pple will always be "just fine"
pple will always "not want to talk about it"
pple are just being pple.

=(

i'm ill and unexercised.


i'm ill thus unexercised.

sigh

it's short leave and i'm meant to be studying.
but i'm not clearly.
but in my defence, i did do equivalent to 5 papers.
all was going well till i couldnt resist the temptation of the computer any longer.
i don't really have a lot to say now but here's a slight update:
-screwed for bio
-got into the tennis squad. =D
-screwed for bio
-having withdrawel symptoms from tennis and my guitar
-still screwed for bio
-AS's in 2 weeks. (!!!)

man i think my blog's either really dead and im just talking to myself,
or pple just dont tag anymore.hahha (a hint so big you can't see it's feet)

i can see how facebook can get addictive.

i just found out that i may not be able to do my SATs in time...that's very very bad.considering the date that i have to do it will be 2 days before my wretched week of AS's.

yobat nawi