25/10

Twelve days away from SPM and everything is so depressing. Everything just had to get tougher as the big day gets closer. Literally everything. I feel like throwing things at the wall, everyday. Well I actually did, but throwing pillows isn't satisfying. Maybe I should just go bang my head against the wall. So stressed that I could go all berserk. Can't bloody wait for to get SPM over with. It's okay dear self, 32 days to go. So long!