I really really really really REALLY Think...

That my right knee has something wrong with it.
It has been almost 2-3 weeks since i ran into a wall at full speed and even the bruise has faded but the pain really WONT GO AWAY.
And i am serious, its not phantom pain (new word i learnt in Mr. Sim's English class today by the way ;), its REAL pain. Real, excruciating (Hong Ting's Twilight word), immense pain.
The best part?
On the outside, it seems just fine and all normal.
Its all a facade i tell you.
It hurts.. so bad i could almost cry if you so much as to whack it with 1/4 your strength.
Yes, and i am... not that much of a softie. Okay wait maybe i am but still.
I hate pain.
Never liked it, never will.
Never had a high threshold for pain.
Think mine's pretty low actually, oh well.

Anyways meanwhile,
say...................
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
The end of the year's coming.
Sad sad reality.
I think i am an escapist.
Most people are.
Escapism.
Manifests in SO many forms.
Books. TV. Music. Friends even.
Thats what i learnt in Literature today: Escapism.
(Oh but the further insight was all me.. hahahahah)
Of course there was more, but thats the main thing that actually got stuck onto my mind.
See.
Its 6:49pm, and i still remember.




Anyways...
I have no idea why i keep blabbering.
Sigh.

See you guys.