I can't view my blog.

Still can post, but can't view it.

OK, should solve what troubles me currently.

I seriously want to be in Miss Chong's Chemistry class. Like, right now. But ultimately, it's her decision to crush my attempt to make myself happy.

I see it happening already, it most probably won't work.

Sigh, one after the other.

A race against time. A heart beating slower. A life dwindling. A hope bleak.

Yup, I really need therapy I guess.

Whatever you tell me won't be of use, for I'm stuck with such a mentality. In fact, whatever you say to me, I take it and convert it into something depressing for myself. If only you'd understand and stop trying your reverse psychology and your wake-up calls.

You'll never get what you want. You'll never please people. Your whole life was meant for disappointing people. You're hated. Your existence is scorned.

That's it I guess.