3 more months until Christmas. 3 more months and one week until my birthday. Just another week of craziness. At least that's what I'm feeling at the moment.

Day to day life: What's it for? You know, I really don't quite care about if somebody likes me or not. I don't really care if I'm going to get married. I don't really care if there's going to be any dances this year. The only reason I care about my grades is that, in a way, they give me a voice.

I abhorred the fact that my parents used to tell me that I wouldn't understand something when I asked them about it. Then I would reply that if I didn't understand it, then teach me. But they always shook their heads.

Sometimes I broke through and got some answers. Sometimes the answers gave me more questions. Sometimes the answers gave me an opinion.

I don't get stuff, ok. But saying that ... forget it.