sOmetHing's wrOng wiTh mE. bLamE iT oN tHe hoRmoNes

i feel terrible. icky terrible. something's wrong with me. something... something... i don't know what's happening to me. we're done with the lab report. it was hell. utter hell. we got to report naman and it was okay, i guess but it felt like i was being crucified--contrary to her statement, "you are in front to answer questions, not to be crucified." at the last part of the thingy, the mic didn't want to leave my hand. wala na. ako na sumagot ng lahat. shit, scared. scarier than lsv.

i want to sleep na but i don't want to go home yet. si gabie kasi, andun. fuck shit.

tapos, yung report sa fil, trish hasn't mailed it to us pa. it's understandable since she did everything (kinda weird cuz i always do everything). but she said na sunday pa lang, pwede na. hope it's all good. hope walang problema bukas. sana naman o. sana. sana. sana. sana walang problema kay cat. sana maganda yung report...

ang dami kong problema. yung sa english pa. puneta.