Sometimes, I yearn to watch movie 24 hours.

Sometimes, I yearn to burn all my books up.

Sometimes, I yearn to cut my phone line off.

Sometimes....

There's a bunch of sometimes I yearn for, but I cannot do them up. Sometimes, I just want to run away from home, or scold my dad and mum up, or beat somebody down, or move away from my house until after SPM, a.s.o.

Yeah, I know you can sense what I want to talk about.

There's no peace. Although they love me so much, I love them so much, I JUST CANNOT FOCUS ON MY BOOKS BECAUSE OF THOSE FREAKING THINGS THAT DIDN'T RELATE ON ME, BUT THEY JUST VENT OUT ON ME.

Am I already did anything wrong? WHY YOU ALL JUST WANT ME TO SUFFER IN FULL OF TENSION?

I just left 24 days. Who can give shelter to me until after SPM? The answer is: NO ONE!