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Journal 5

June 22, 2013
Saturday
16:21

 I can't sing.
I can't dance.
I can't act.
But the situation led me to the three things I hate the most!
That was a little freaking irony.

 If life is a stage play. I will definitely at the back shouting for supports.
That was it. I have to pass this. One whole sem? Not that long.

 School is definitely freaking cool.

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