Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Music: "Trainwreck Orchestra" - With Passion
Feeling: Disturbingly angry

One thing I really am particular of is the way how my things are being placed after use. Now, I'm not about to bitch but really, one should really have the initiative of putting things back exactly where and how they were found in the first place. Well, maybe I am fussy, bitchy, even, when it comes to this and a little obsessed but still, I don't think there should be any excuse for someone, who is especially just a guest in my house, to use my things and then not putting them back the way it was found. I mean, I'm sorry, but I can't fucking help it when I'm so particular about details. The only reason why I didn't actually say it right in her face was because I'm afraid of offending her. Yes, ridiculous of me. It's my things for goodness sake and I worry about offending her. But really, I'd actually think that some people would just have the initiative of doing certain things without being told to.

How hard could that be, really?

Let me tell you, the result of my Mid-Year has ignited some fire within me. I shall work hard for the Prelims. I'll spend some excruciating hours with my textbooks because I believe that's the only way that will work for me. I just need to be focused and set my anger aside. You see, I'm just angry. I get angry easily. I'm angry in the morning, angry within class, angry when I reach home, angry at night. I'm angry at people for no apparent reason. I'm angry at the teachers for expecting too much out of me and then I end up disappointing them. I'm angry how the discipline Master is such and I'm sorry for saying this, a fucking dickhead. I'm angry at the principal for talking too much; more than necessary. I'm angry how this one girl in my class thinks she's like the very fucking best out of all of us.

And I'm angry at myself because everything just has to be a fucking competition for me.

I don't know. Maybe those people are right: I'm trying too hard.

And too much of anything is never good.