my heart sank to the bottom of the garden
and it shall stay at the bottom of the garden,
until forever and ever.


you know, it's funny how i tend to forget
that when i hit rock bottom,
the only way is up.
and instead of cursing and cussing,
i should be optimistic.


i removed my previous entry because
i sounded like a pre-pubescent 13-year-old,
yeah tyvm.
pardon me for being an impulsive drama queen,
i really need to stop these redundant outbursts
of outrage, and of happiness alike.




so yeah as i mentioned,
bad day, bad week.
a change you'll see next week is
the stalker guy will stop following me around school.
count on it.


i'll make him stop, somehow.
i have zero tolerance for pre-pubescent 13-year-olds
...like myself.



except i'm 15
... and three quarters.


and THAT, beautiful people,
will change in approximately three months.


COUNT ON IT (:




ps. hafiz, be strong.