After yesterday,
I'm totally convinced that at the rate I'm going,
if school doesn't kill me, I'll end up killing myself.


Apart from that, I still do enjoy school somehow.
The sudden need to rush rush rush makes me happy.
Maybe I'm just masochistic like that.


(I think I won't be saying that come March. Hehs.)


When I climb the stairs and turn the key,
oh please be there
still in love with me.