I will feel better when I post this up. I am so stressed right now. My results weren't bad, but I'm not happy with them. And that's just Trials. Teachers were sympathetic, and passed me on a couple of subjects.
I so do not need pity. What I need is bloody strength. And the guts to be truthful to myself. To her. To everyone I know.
I will kill SPM ( meaning, just pass it with flying colours ), go to college. Finish studies, and start anew.
I do not want to be grounded. Lemme go free. Gimme my WINGS! Ever heard of the Wings of Liberty? That's what I want!
That's what I need.
And I want love.
And since I'm at it, I won't mind world peace, too.
I'm gonna break free of this, and no, I'm not breaking into a High School Musical number!
No, no, no!
Can I go ''Na, na, na'' instead? Gerard Way kicks ass, and that ass is Zac Efron's.
EFF YOU, STRESS-MITES, IMMA GONNA COUNTERATTACK YOUR MENTAL ATTACKS ON MY BROKEN SOUL!
I need my guitar, so, ciao, folks.
I'm gonna start a comic soon. Check my FB page in a couple of weeks. What's it about? Imagine Scott Pilgrim feat. Green Day in a Malaysian high school setting.