where butter can fly...

it is a terrible recess week...and i m feeling quite shagged and sick of it...i just want to be a couch potato for a day...dun seems to haf the time to rest...really tired...but i just cant stop bcos everything is still moving and if i ever stop i will left behind... probably at this point of time when i am writing this... was in the middle of reading some twisting and complicated notes...tt's y i m feeling terrible...want to be autistic for a while...i want everyone else to dun care about me...i want to be alone...i want to be a bit more super so tt i can complete doing what i have to do... they think i m hopeful...maybe i realli look tt way...but when i m lost and troubled...hu noes?...and i m still carrying the image of hope i think...ya rite...if they think i can help and give hope then i will give em hope lo... i should b quite satisfied with my life...haha.. am i contradicting...well, i think there's no way i can be better le ba...tt's my life...getting older each and every day...and i let every second pass by...at least i m not in serious trouble or anything. i dun feel that i m the author of my own story at all, cos there is generally nothing i m working on to lead my life... my life is just ordinary...maybe i want to change abit...but i also like everything to remain as it is.