Dying and Living. Not such different things afterall.

Great.

Teacher's Day is here.

My blog is dying.

I'm living a terrible life.

And, I have to cook for a Teacher's Day party Which I have no idea when or where is being held.

I love my life.

It always gets back at me.

I do something bad indirectly,

Something gets stolen.

I get blamed.

I do something good.

I STILL get blamed.

Great.

I love it.

Yay me.

And now, my mum is going twichy about my diet and my eyes.

My astigmatism has gone up to 150.

A round of appaulase please.

My myopia degree is 600+.

Diau.

My parents keep fighting about whether to increase to number of reading lamps.

...

Welcome to my life.

Yay me,

Kelly