Scream at the top of my lungs.
Run wildly down Torrens River park.
Stuff myself with unlimited supply of food.
Blurt out every single unhappiness in my heart.
With broken pieces, I'm fine. "No worries", this is what they say.
I didn’t study that many books although I am supposed to do so… I got all the notes scattering on my table for days yet I think I haven’t been putting in much effort…
If you want to know what I’ve been doing over the weekends, click here.
You know, feeling guilty doesn’t work in the eleventh hour…
Read the title, and it’s not about juice bars down the street!
Now you know, it’s about my faster than streamxx connection speed :P