FIRST SAC

I think I blew it.

I know I blew it.
Gahhhh it was so frustrating. I did so much work and worked my arse off but I still screw up. I just want to cry and cry and cry. Worst start to VCE :(

Pet peeves

• People who smoke
• Guys who call me babe/baby (do i look like a fetus?)
• Tattoos all over the body
• Cocky people. 
• Self pity. Quit feeling sorry for yourself, it's unattractive. 
• Hipsters. JUST STOP
• Drunks
• People who eat nosily and eat with their mouth open
• Kids who think they know everything.
• People who lead you on
• People who see the worst in others
• Kids younger than me who brag about their sex life
• Couples who think they're in love after 2 days of dating
• Valentines day
• People who can't take compliments. For fucken sake take them.
• People who don't talk.
• People who talk.
• Guys who just want to do the dirty deed.
• Guys who play with feelings
• People who just don't know when to shut up.
• People who judge me without knowing me.
• Skinny girls who complain about their weight (SHUT UP)
• People who nag
• People who just don't understand the concept of personal space.
• People who tell me to relax (just no.. i'm always like this, deal with it)
• When people clearly know they screwed up yet remain obtuse to everything
• Sexiest people
• People who are not patriotic
• People who are too patriotic
• Girls who are practically naked in public. Cover up hun.
• Girls with huge boobs who wear push up bikini tops. Your boobs are big enough and it looks trashy.
• People who are too touchy

In short.. people in general.

Life was sweet until time got the better of us

I miss the good old days.

The days spent watching hours and hours of televisions, playing forty-forty with friends and mucking about not having a care in the world.

Now everything is serious. Every mark, every score and every exam can build or destroy your future.

Everything builds up and counts for one thing. The future. Suddenly everything is black and white. The happiness that once existed is replaced by pressure to do good. Every conversation with the parents is a constant reminder of their high expectations. Expectations that seem impossible to reach.   

One blow and it’s over.