when she barged in, i knew my damned premonition came true.
she buried her face into her knees and sobbed like a girl in her teens, albeit forty yrs past it. cowering in the corner, started her bawling and strings of complaints, the usual things.
nobody is restricting her from doing what she wants.
she is the one restraining and refraining it from happening.

close to an apathetic attitude.

i want to be out not because i hate it here, but im tired. tired of the seemingly endless anticipation of what's expected to happen.

and i got hall 2.

how unlucky can i get?

can u pls stop it?

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!