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Saturday, May 1, 2010 . 5/01/2010 11:37:00 AM

It's been a while since I took to the keyboard, since Mum took this laptop to the repairs, and I got a little too sick to get off my bed. Yup, practically the whole day I was in bed, sleeping like a baby, getting off only to the toilet and a trip to the polyclinic. 

It's only the end of the 2nd week of school, and I'm feeling so drained. I mean, till now, there's not as much work as before, but I'm feeling so weak and heavy all the time. I'm not whining but telling the truth. I don't even feel up to reading my beloved articles on the net, and the moment I switched on my laptop, I'll regret immediately, 'cause the internet will always remind me of stuff I have to do. And the terrible feelings I have for my work and... people. 

It's no secret that I don't feel good in school. I may not like skipping school, but that doesn't mean I love school. The fact I'm finding it hard to catch up means one thing. The fact that I'm moaning and complaining is another. And the fact that I'm crying all the time to Mummy means altogether a bad thing. 

I'm a burden. A huge burden to the people around me.