i finished my psych.like after don't know how many hours of sitting there and trying to cut out words so that i'm in the limit.argh.but anyway,i finally finished my essay then i went to meet cell for franklin graham.yeah.we watch guy sebastian sing.
ok.i have to post this first.i've been going home at like 12am on fridays and my parents don't call me at all.is that scary?like back home where it's safer,they call me every other hour...mayb i'm getting my freedom.haha.or mayb cos it's just expensive to use house phone to call mobile here.
ah.ok.i'm talking nonsense.anyway,that was yesterday.
i'm going crazy.
i wanna go for camp.
camp,hurry up and come.

what about the love we've been fighting for?