but my last night's dreams were even more frightening.
there's a programme at sch which i didn't really involve.
on my way to somewhere in school, i saw this one particular familiar looking boy.
this boy hated me so much so do I.
then I dreamed of him, like wtvr.
It was so-called curse i guess.
It was like a sign, idk.
I just hated that dream.
this dream was even more ridiculous.
in that freaking dream, i got 8A's 1C.
i took Arab, weirdly.
and C is the LIVING SKILLS.
i woke up at 12 because of those crazy dreams
and i jump up to the conclusion :
i don't want my every dream to become a reality :)
*don't let it happen, God.
I don't need to meet that boy in real life,
I am so going to be killed.
I really need those 8A's,