Today felt like THAT day when I knew I didn't want to study anymore. I got my bag and went out of the campus to smoke. My tears were so ready to fall so I just decided to go home. When I got home I threw my bag (as I like throwing things around when I'm mad...) then cried and shouted. It was downhill from that moment on. I didn't want to go to school anymore. I just felt like loitering... spending money I didn't have... eating... drinking... crying... hiding. I skipped classes bcos I didn't want to see anybody. I went to the mall to spend unusually long periods at one area... like being at the home section looking for everything I didn't need. I usually went home with things I didn't need. It always worked that way.
I want to go home.
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