headache Vs heartache avenue. the head wins.
its been a bad day, typically.
we got "chased" out of the tennis court cause they had "training" according to the tennis coach.
then while dragging myself home, when 985 was reaching qiqi's house busstop i saw 77 infront. so, i quickly got down the 985 and ran to the 77 door but APPARENTLY the uncle didn't see me, closed the door and drove away.
i totally hate myself for being such a toot.
tupid uncle. i almost cried. thats how much i like to cry okay.
i needed someone to save me from that tupid tupid moment.
but i was too tired to even message anyone.
arrrrgggghhhh.

you don't know how many times i check my phone for your messages.(: