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22.11.07

Drama is killing me.
If you think it's a CCA to slack in, well, it ain't.
There's Open House Day and at the same time, I have to make the decision of whether I should go for Odyssey Of The Mind or act for Speech Day OR participate in both.
God help me.
And I have to feel so much for Hilary; she's too emo for me.
I shall try acting as her twin next week, or else I'll have to undergo depression for Hilary's role.
I feel tired.
Stupid period.
I think I'm gonna sleep at 9 PM today.

Someone sit next to my bed, play the guitar and sing me a lullaby.
I need to hug something.
Or someone.
I need to feel his warmth.
Okay, I shall go hug my Dad.
Dinner's ready.

So pull my strings just for a thrill.


7.38 PM, yeah.