Would you believe that I stood for 7 hours? Yes, 7 hours. I can't explain the feeling though but hey it's 7 hours! I'm not glad nor sad. all I know is I'm pissed off. The reason for standing for 7 hours is because I lined up for the registrar to add some subjects to my schedules and to change Jared's section so we can be classmates again. But the fucking effing beyotch Registrant was indlosent he refused to do it. It's just because he's fucking effing tired. Who wasn't tired? Even us were tired! Imagine standing for 7 hours! Compared to them, they were just sitting there and typing, but us what? I hate him, no not him, all them. And also because of them I bleed. You know everytime I get depressed, I bite my lips or arms until it bleeds. Which is weird. <i>Wala lang.</i>. After that me and Jared went to the mall so we can forget what the hell just hapenned. He made me laugh so I won't get depressed anymore. Oh well, he succeed anyway. But I'm going to miss him so much. SO MUCH. Promise, I will. It really affects me. It's really sad for me to know that weren't classmate for this sem... =/

Oh well... 5 months is not that long :) There's still NEXT SEM. Just look to the bright side and everything will be allright. WTF?