Merry Christmas. Sunday. Depressed.

Uh. Another Christmas. It's boring. Having nothing to do. I am getting crazy about her. I have got a lot of things to say. I need a counsellor. Someone to attend to my problems. My thoughts are all tied up.

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It's a gloomy sunday. The trees are dull itself. Old yellow leaves scattered on the ground. Thunder booming behind those dark clouds. The sun is going down behind the moutains itself. The rays are withering. I am bored. Depressed. Frustarated. I feel all wasted this holidays. Staying rotten. I just couldn't forget her. Feel sick when i keep thinking about her. Worst till, it's the pmr and uec next year. What do you expect me to do? Time is going to be so cramped and packed. F*** myself. I have got to revise all those things learnt thru out secondary one and 2. Holy shit. I keep avoiding myself from those problems i face. Thoughts about her, My future, and my studies. Why is life so tough? I remember those days when i was younger. The world inside and outside me were simple. Like between black and white. Simple eh? If i were to grant a wish, I would wish for simple. Simple inside and outside me. That's all. May be i am confusing myself . I dunno.