Gag Me.

It feels good just by the thought of spending time by the beach, taking brisk walks and to enjoy the breeze. Never failed to put a smile on my face to think of the once so familiar environment that I lived in couple of months back, to be able to see the familiar faces.. Just another 15 hours to go before I leave this hellhole, I tell myself.

Then it hit me, when I get back it would be an even worse hell for me actually. Tons of work has to be done by the end of next week with limited help from group members from hell. Did I say that were my classmates of two years? Friends from the same island? Need an emergency nervous breakdown that works? Consult them. They don't charge anyway.

They expect me to squeeze my brains out, slut it open and suck it dry and hard.

When I thought about it, I think I’ve displayed more expressions that I ever had in my life. It was like "rotten sun spits on your raw hide" and then "as you dance to the sound of a suicide" kind of song.

Moodswings made me a happy snappy broad but guess what?

It never lasted.

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Hole - Northern Star