today, azmina and i ran in the rain. i'd like to say it was fun, but OMG, it was horrible! my culottes flew like everywhere and my umbrella bent inwards.
and i could feel like little critters *gross, i know* flying into my culottes.
it was just like i was in some weird action movie.
we kept screaming like lunatics.
and our luck, wow, our luck! the MOMENT, the exact damned MOMENT, we stepped out of tamil class, was when it started raining.
and the exact damned MOMENT we stepped into the bus, it stopped.
it was just so annoying.
singapore's weather sucks, it's so tropical and so annoying.
i said annoying twice, ya la ! SO ANNOYING.

i hate the rain, i only like it when i'm home and as snug as a bug.
(:

-there is absolutely no way i'm going to weather this on my own.

there is just no way i'm going to feel sane through all of this.

i'm waiting for a breakthrough, i'm praying that it comes some day.

because how much longer do i feel like this.

i've gone through hurdles of the same situation-

yet, why does this moment, feel like the most suppressing?

why does this moment feel like the hardest yet?

it's not easy, granted. and i'm trying so hard.

but i need a break, i really do.

i hate to sound like some depressed case.
i'm far far far away from that ! [;
it's just that the last couple of days, HECK, weeks have been a bit unsettling, to say the least.

hormones, heartaches and headaches.

the most murderous accomplices.