at 11:16 AM

And it all revolves around the same alphabet.

P is for period, P is for pain;
The cramps are really really making me insane.
P is for panas which means hot in malay;
Speaking of which, hot milo makes my day.
P is for president, my ambition when I was five;
Told my teacher that and she got a shock of her life.
P is for Physics, the paper I had just now;
I looked at the first question and then I went, Wow.
Biology is a pain and pain starts with P;
I hate biology and Biology hates me.
Oh my god I just realised that prophase begins with P,
Prophase, metaphase, anaphase.... PMAT-C.
P is for polymer, some shit in chemistry;
This is becoming more nonsensical, I think you do agree.
So I guess I should stop this gibberish and continue to strum,
I shall play it real loud just so I can irk my mom.

LOL. Kidding, mom.
This is so shingz.

{I've always wanted to tell my mom about it. She's always been asking, and I've always been telling her that it's either the muggings that are taking its toll on me, or that I'm just plain exhausted. In other words, I've always lied to her whenever it comes to this issue. I don't know where to begin, I don't know how to utter the first line. I've tried before, and instead of words, tears come out instead. I think she could somehow figure. She no longer mentioned the name and neither do I in our conversations. I still remember the first time I talked to her about it and how I was squealing in delight and filled with excitement. How I told her about the littlest sweetest things and how I would smile non-stop about it.

Can I tell you something? I'm still hurt.}
at 11:29 AM

Because this is so hard.

Infer.
(Oh wow, it's November.)