i was pretty depressed on my birthday. i didn’t want to celebrate with anyone. a lot of friend did call mi and ask mi out, i refused. i just wanna go out with daniel. saturday was grey. and so is my mood. i thought he had planned something to surprise mi, but it ended up like i go home early.
i have to admit i’m hard to get satisfied. but nothing would hurt doing something that i won’t know in advance. surprisingly, i got a lot of cakes. such as irony. 3 cakes. i don’t know how i’m gonna finish it. but i just hate the feeling of being so pitiful. like i sense it for myself.
sunday, daniel and i kinda catch up for my bday dinner. we went Avenue after my 3 hours work. the meal was good. i was a little drunk having the sangria on an empty stomach.
i hate procrastinating but i keep doing it. 2 pages of essay is due for tomorrow and i haven’t started. i rely on my friend too much. because i always get good mark after their editing.
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i wanna say something to my 26 years old self.
that one day, if i’m reading this, i’ll be happier and my parents will understand and forgive.
that one day, i’ll be already graduating, sitting my ass somewhere out of Canada.
and i’m not longer procrastinating for stupid essays
but probably struggling for JLPT level 2.