There are some days on which I simply shouldn't have to exist – for my own sake as well as other's. These days reoccur cyclically. Enough said. I got back home from school and all I really wanted to do was to hit people, perhaps be more violent than that, and then lie in bed crying beneath my duvet. To top it off my elbow hurt like hell (from using my computer mouse?). I was suppose to attend legal English class – for an interactive language exercise. It doesn't take a genius to realise the impossibility of it. Sitting in a class talking in English with my brat class mates in a forced manner? Never! I was blood thirsty enough as it was. So I played hooky and stayed home moping. It was great.
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