Control yourself when you not you're not feeling stable.

I wanted to talk so badly, but before that, just went berserk.

So, I didn't. Talking in a berserked manner can't help.

Need to compose. Relax. Yet, couldn't manage it.

Funny thing is, I've known you for so long, yet I'm the closest thing to a stranger, perhaps worse.

OK, tommorow, must scrape through PE.

There's probably Chinese tomorrow, so I predict that LDW will nag and scream at people who scored horribly for HCL, including me.

There was once a wonderful period where I could talk to you so normally and freely, and now, it's just different. And I feel sorry for that.

Fucked up, really. Now, it's like, nothing good will ever happen again.

Depressed people eat a lot. I've been getting hunger pangs really easy these days. It's disgusting.

I really don't know why, but I feel so alone.

Like, damn alone.

Shit, I can't think properly now.

I never did. I'm sorry.

What friends?