Many nights those tears flew, being myself without anyone to care about the thoughts

Its 2.14 a.m.

There's school tomorrow.

My twitter is filled to the brim with emo-ness.
( Just bear with me for this while, just like I mentioned on my Twitter )

10 hours ago, I was enjoying myself with a bunch of crazy people.

9 hours later, I was curled up in a corner of my bedroom & trying very very hard to stop tearing.
( If you think I posted all these stuffs to get pity & attention, go f yourself please. )


I tried doing my Math when I calmed down to keep myself occupied. Major failure to concentrate.


I rebelled against my mum, which I didn't for months.


Its really amazing, how something can affect me so much.


( If you, too think that I post this just to get him to feel bad and stuff, you should f off too. )


I will post a proper post tomorrow.


I am afraid to sleep somehow, because it'll give me a chance to think about it more.


But I shall try. I hope there's no drama tomorrow. I don't know howthefuck am I gonna act well with all these going on.


I'm off.

Much love, J.