It's rather frustrating to know that everyone you're closed to are leaving and you're like the only few "unlucky" ones to stuck in this god forsaken place.

But who is there to blame? Hmmm.

I still don't understand that why am I feeling frustrated about it.

Maybe I'm still staying home, in this bed room, with no proper table but a small on bed table, and a messy bed that's filled with books and bags and whatever crap.

Why?
I'm just frustrated about a lot of things and yet I'm not doing anything but sitting here complaining.

That's just so me.


Seriously  FML.


"NFTB"