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I have a white patch on my skin.

I 've only just removed the plaster from the wound I acquired from being dragged by the ever muscular Sakinah. Now I'm watching a badly dubbed soap opera. Somehow, the white patch is far more interesting ...

It looks dead.

Wait! The guy has a tie with a huge flower in the middle. It looks gay.

I have French tomorrow. I'm nervous. Somehow.

Perhaps one day I'll be good enough to tell myself that everything's gonna be okay. Then I won't feel so pathetic getting nervous about whatever.

I think French is the most stressing of all subjects. Or maybe it's just me.

I went for Speech Day practice. It was exhausting. Yeah.

Tomorrow, there's gonna be Speech Day and Investiture practice at the same time at the same venue...wonder how that's gonna happen...

I smile. You laugh. I look away.

But is it worth it?

All the emotional investment. I like seeing people laugh. Faith. Pride. Love. Lust.

I just felt like typing that...anyway...

But what if it turned out it wasn't worth it? All the investments.

Five minutes.