"Stress die me."

I finally get my 6 hours of sleep. Finally. It wasn't very satisfying since I had weird dreams about horses, brooms, suicides and people eating human organs. (Thank you, A1. I'll whack you next Sunday for this.)

Couldn't sleep since November 4th. There was this camp organized by the school so I camped on the school field with another 71 participants. Had to patrol the surroundings from 12.30 to 1.30 pm. As usual, I texted 3 people at the same time because patrolling the school compound at midnight isn't very nice.

Right after that, I had to prepare for this CATC guides' camp which took place on the 9th, 10th and 11th. Funny how we won best cabaran. I think we were the worst group there, which was why they gave us best cabaran. Don't know. Hm. Everyone had flour and raw eggs in their hair and all over their clothes. I had a whole pail of water thrown on me. Wonderful. At least there was no mud this year, since the Young Minds event starts on the 11th. Thank God.

There's also another 2 camps/gatherings coming up in December. Ack. I'm definitely not signing up for that. Stress gila.

Performance tonight and tomorrow morning. Please God, don't let me lose my voice. Please please please.

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I've come to realize that it seems that every time I get close to someone, they always have a reason - or none at all - to leave later on. Maybe it's fate teaching me that life goes on, or maybe I just trust the wrong people.

I think it's a bit of both, but it leans more towards the latter. This is why I gave up on trust. There's really no one on this Earth who can be trusted.

You didn't break me though, not even a little bit. That is honestly surprising, but I guess I've learned how to deal with the pain. It's not like this is the first time. Remember that Saturday when you told me I could trust you? I didn't believe you back then, and I still don't believe you now. What bullshit.

You don't realize how much your actions affected me, huh? What you did was plain hurtful, but again, I bet you didn't even realize. Typical you. I can't believe I actually called you my friend. Wow. I stand corrected.

I don't give a flying eff about what you decide to do with your life anymore. This is directed to you and him. I know you might read this. Him, I highly doubt it, but I don't care. I just don't care anymore.

Go fly a kite, run away to Hawaii, jump off a cliff. It doesn't matter. Just stop pretending to care, because I see right through your fake smiles and broken promises.