I don't like Mondays.
Today's worse, because I missed class again. I don't know why I was that sleepy that I didn't wake up. I don't know why I dislike school so much this semester. Maybe it's been too long that I've been in here. I feel I've had enough, yet I still have so much to learn and to finish.
It seems endless, and Dad agrees.
Second mistake of the day is that I called Xiaozhao tonight. I really shouldn't call anybody when I myself don't feel happy to talk. It only makes things worse. I don't know what to say. He didn't say much either. Zheng found me on QQ, but we didn't say anything serious either.
I felt so far away from them and I am.
I bought eggrolls for Liang and Sunnie and YJ. But I don't feel happy.
I got stuff for Liang's cut on left hand, but he's not coming.

Oh well, it's my life after all.
I'm sure tomorrow will be better.
Maybe I should go to bed now, so I don't miss my class tomorrow.