This must be the worst year I've ever had forever. Of course, since 13 years, 9 months and 22 days ago (rough calculation). The near fourteenth year I'll have. Oh, now I get it. 14. A supposedly unlucky number. But if that's so, why didn't it apply to the 13th year I'd had? Last year? It most probably is based on the index number. Hmm. Earlier this year I was register number 13. Now I'm register number 14. Wow. Two in one. How lucky(un) can life get. Maybe it's not because of superstitiousness. Maybe it's just because of how I was last year? How fake I was? Maybe inside me I'm screaming to be back as usual again. And the usual me is like how I am right now. I am surprised when people were like 'Is there anything wrong? Do you have any problems?' Thank goodness the counsellors aren't running after me. If they do, I'm so gonna pull somebody to go counselling with me. Of course! But well, they aren't, so, lucky(soon to be un) me. Well, whats done cannot be undone. I am normal this year. Maybe it's because of the issue on 'fugly' that made me how I'm acting like now. That applies to the Science issue, the teachers picking on me, etc. If only I had put the permission thing to my blog earlier. I swear there was a cue to tell me to do just that. I did, but I undone it again. Gosh, dumb! Damn, I swear I'll do everything with precaution now. Now I dread going to school if I remember that issue. Oh well. If only I can control time. I'd be like 18 by now. My favourite age. I'm waiting to be 18! 4 more damned years. I'm so excited. -.- Hope whatever happens won't affect my dream life ahead. What kind of qualifications must a photograher have, anyway? Art? That's probably all I can think of. Until I change my mind again, of course. Maybe I will become a counsellor myself. Hmm.

Cuiying-