Dear Blog.

I am bored out of my frickin mind. That is all.

Another day, Another soul.

I'm pretty sure that everytime I go to sunday tutor, The little kid inside me dies a little. 7 hours of friggin tutor. AND RAWR! I cant get rid of my freakin stubble!

Sigh

Frankly I'm quite tired of people thinking they know exactly what I'm going to do next, or what they think is me acting weird. I despise people who make assumptions about others, no matter right or wrong. So just a little heads up, If you think I'm acting weird and looking all tired, Its just that. I am freaking tired from sleeping late and waking up early. Don't read to deeply into it as most likely you'll be wrong, and I'll be pissed because one of you guys decide to keep calling me emo for wanting to go to sleep. As of now Sunday, monday and wednesdays are my sorry but if "I dont feel like talking I'll ignore you" days just because I have to get up early. Fridays I'm high because Saturday is a relaxation day and I cant wait. Thursday is alright cause it seems like such a short day, Sunday I'm freakin tired from 7 hours of tutor. So yea thats my week in a nutshell. Usually I'll try to be in a good mood though so disregard that and talk to me if you want. Just beware if I complain and brush you off.... I dont really mean it.

Ugh

Bloody cramps killing me -.-

Anyhoo did a huge favor for a friend today :P hope he knows he owes me BIG time ^.^

Sigh I couldn't bloody tell 24 hour time today. Apparently in my head 1300 hours is 2 in the afternoon. Fail 4U math student much?

.......... (its a small short story piece btw)

So much pain.... So much blood...... I dont know how much longer I can take......

A clock ticks ominously in the distance. How long have I been in here? Maybe half an hour or so. Half an hour and I'm already writhing in pain. Clutching onto the chair for morale to keep still. Any slight movement could cause dire pain. Drills to the right of me, Sharp pointy metal objects on the left. The light above me shines so bright I start to perspire. A flash of red. Soon sucked away by the never ending drain of a tube before me. I let out a stuffled scream afraid to let anyone hear me. The odd sound echoed off the concrete walls. No matter how much I screamed it didn't seem like anyone was going to hear me. There's so much blood. The pain throbs in my mind, body and soul as I try to numb it out. The ticking gets louder as I start to lose control of my bodily functions. I gag from the smell of the place. Immediately a sharp pick digs itself into my mouth. A single tear falls as I stifle the pain. Screaming from pain would probably only give them pleasure. Pleasure in hearing me suffer, pleasure in seeing me struggle to keep awake, struggle to get out alive. My chair moves to sit me straight up and everything moves away. "All done! Sonny remember to check back in 3 months for another cleaning." I freakin hate the dentist.