I got so depressed one night that I decided to chop off my hair. I had given up and honestly, contemplated on running away. Knowing the sad little person that I am, and also the fact that I had no where else to go, I stayed on, pressed on and went for a meeting in school the next day. Before the night ended, I grabbed a pair of red scissors and started to cut my hair. Little by little at first, but as I gained the confidence, I cut a whole bunch of hair. In the mirror, a figure, lips swollen and eyebags much more visible than before. It's good to let go of this feeling that had been bottled for much too long. Nobody can save me from yourself. You can't change me.

Falling.
Into the very hole I created.
Fallen.
And left alone to suffer.


Because only you can save yourself,
from the inner demons inside.

On a much lighter note, Week 0 is nearing and I really can't wait to see the freshies. Need to think of cheers but I'm no good at that. I too dislike working under pressure and doing something because I am obliged to do so.

Tomorrow's just another day.