fifty-first.

dear (k)you,

first off, i'd like oyu to know that i get crazy sometimes and spew nonesense like "i'm so tried of this", "i don't like this", "i don't like you" (refer to below entry). but after all is said and done. you are still my escape from reality. with you, i can escape this shit hole where i am right now. this shit hole i will probably be satying in for the next three years. mark my words. three years. i am going to do my freaking best/worst/whatever-is-necessary just to graduate on time and leave this forsaken place.

in other news, how are you? i guess you're getting tired now? just a few more days (2 actually) and you'll be here. prepare for the extreem heat. it's no joke. kekeke. i really hope you see me when you come here. i really do. even just for a second. you know, just think "oh. who's that?" and then, i guess you'll forget about me already. but it's okay. just as long as you saw me. kekekeke. here i go with my wishful thinking again. anyway. what i really wanted to say is that...

i missed you. and sorry for going crazy.