it is the eleventh hr. literally the eleventh hr, and i've yet to pack my stuff. sigh. i must say somehow im nt too keen abt camp this year. mayb its the unhappiness earlier, mayb its the place, mayb its the ppl who aint gg, mayb its the time, mayb this mayb that. infact, there is actually a tinge of reluctance.

something is just different. i cant quite express it.. some sort of depression that always sink in before camp. haaa.. this yr's just different. cant help feeling this way. feel so mad all of a sudden. arghhh.
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i dont understand why some people behave in that way. seriously. hate it when people take me for granted. damn u. go to hell, plastic.

why do i always make the wrong choice?

things will never be the same again.