I'm sick. I think I have contracted an unknown disease.
The disease is a mixture of loneliness, depression and boredom. I don't think doctors can cure that for me.
I'm so sick to think that I would rather have those exam days back.
Holidays, as the word states, are meant to be fun. Holidays are meant for everyone to stay at home and relax and be waited on like a prince/princess. AND holidays are meant for everyone to go out with beloved friends and family members and have a great time together.
Sadly, holidays have a very different meaning for me. It means staring into the computer the whole day, either that or staring into the virtual TV screen. Rarely going out, once in a blue moon maybe. Being the 'famous' shopping spoilt bratty princess, I would DIE when I cannot go out. I would become a bit deranged, a little bit short-circuited, and a lot of bits nasty. I would flare up suddenly for no reason and point all fingers at the innocent you. It would be worse than PMS. At other times, it would be listening to sadistic music and searching for dark and heavy blogskins. Suicidal ones too.
So, I guess I would continue to be like that.
Until, a prince charming, disguised as a professional doctor, finds me and revives me back to my normal state.
As if that will ever