I've always been hooked on th phone in th middle of th night these few days.
So I'm trying to say I'm power lah, cause I could survive minimum 2 hours per person &sleeping at 3 almost every day.
Sometimes we'll study over th phone, but most of th times, we chat.
&According to Christopher; chatting is practically spoken topics that aren't connected at all, where ppl say things to each other which aren't questions or answers.
Okay anw, it's been relieving to have great friends, ones with which you do not need to second-guess what's been on your mind, when even a silent sound is a train of comforting words, when you just spit out vulgar &impulsive breaths of letters yet still have a good laugh, &when they would patiently wait for you to utter th things that'd been disturbing you cause they know how your stutters have hidden meanings planted in it.
I'm grateful, I really am.
&This adds on to how much I'll miss secondary days.

Anws, Ummu said I'm lucky when I think th word does not define me in anyway at all.
Sh said its unfair how ppl always turn to me &tell me stuffs.
I asked, what stuffs?
Sh said evth that other ppl wants to know.
Its nice, somehow. But at a different context, you can say it's as if they're exploiting me out of my brain cells and my sincere concerns for them w my pretty long speeches cum advices.
But I didn't say I don't like it.
Infact i do. Alot actually.
Because its as if I'm doing charity; that if I can't help myself, I should always open doors to help others &try to make them happy in any possible way.
It would be th best thing, next to me being blissful, but even that sounds impossible now.
So th least anyone could do is help me forget abt myself. Or my past. Or my future.

Annnnnnnnnnnd O's havent end yet all my days have been booked.
I CAN'T WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIT!
Okay, fine I'll wait.