Blown

Once again, I'm stuck in another situation, not of my doing, which results in further aggrevation of an already annoyed Isaac.

Perhaps it was true, maybe it isn't. But so what? Does it have to go to such an extent?! Frankly, I'm hoping it's the latter. And I'm surrounded by such idiots who blow things totally out of proportion. I'm feeling murderous now. Really.

Sarah's right. Everyone's just being childish, and maybe I should just ignore it. But surely one can expect more from people who are supposedly more intellectually adapt. It does happen in primary school, but we're in a tertiary institution. I'm not denying the existence of such things, but surely it is not on such a large scale.

I'm now removed from everyone, sitting at the stairway alone. Maybe it's getting to me, and I don't know why. It's just so frustrating really. It's seemingly harmless, but it's not. It does drain you.

Go get a life. Really. I'm so glad it's the weekend.

You know, this stupid issue is just so...well, typical of people my age - teenyboppers. I can't seem to talk to anyone who would listen and not tell me something stupid.

The past just haunts me now. Ways to escape reality have been cut off, and there's no turning back.

A tear trickles down // the people walk by.