I'm just feeding on my enthusiasm of school... everyday.
If not, I'd be drowned in tidal waves of... worries.
Worry won't do anyone any good.
And why do people refuse to talk when we are forced into something we don't like?
I find it horrible to sit, and see people with wretched faces - knowing they want to get out of there ASAP. JUST bloody talk lah like omg? If I'm the teacher of the class, I'd probably dread coming to class.
If only I can do something about it... but to stir hearts aren't my forte.
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