lately i think i'm always pms-ing or rather mood swings. and the victim of this mood swing should be him bah. my words would be like needles, prickling him so much. i feel pain and hurt inside, but i just can't help it. my fence has too much nails and holes caused by pulling out the nails already. yet, he doesn't understands. the holes can only get bigger, but not smaller. maybe what someone told me is very true. i can't stand flaws in my love life. i thought by reading novels and occupying myself with novels, things would be forgotten. but unexpectedly, it only got worse. because the novels brought out what i don't want to remember. all the scenes and talkings are still so real and vivid to me. don't ask me when will this "porcupine" sickness of mine will go away. i really don't know. to make things worse, my IS enrolment was unsuccessful. but i could click, they are all taken and i log in on the dot at 2pm. by 2:05pm, everything's gone. so i guess thursday i'm only left with the afternoon classes. i could sleep more. good in a way. *okay. i'm feeling pretty worried deep down i admit*