I am falling sick.
Just the other day,I almost passed out from being too light headed.
And today,my back felt like it was going to break and my throat is dry and itchy.
Anyways,things at the ward is alright.
I just hate to be ignored when I ask the staffs there for help or queries.
I think the NYP 3rd year students are not really helping much either.
Tomorrow is yet another morning,And yet another last day at the ward.
And!
I can't believe I have to work with that many hypocrites called,girls.
I hate to be around them so much that I wish Miss Tan would put me,Zin Mae and Fizah in the same shift.
NEWSFLASH;I don't need to know what your boyfriend and you do behind closed doors.
Cheese-Us!
Right about now,I am having the urge to light up a fucking fag.
Monty is at Bukit Panjang and she's only going to reach back here in Tampines around nine.
I need to tell her gabazillion loads of things over cigarettes and good ol' company.
But if she's going to be late,
I'd go for a quick fag alone.
And I've been doing some thinking as of late,and whats going on in my head is not all pleasant now.
I'm pessimistic as I can be and my mouth wouldn't think twice about cussing to your face.
I need a quick "pick me up" moment to make me feel better.
I dislike clinical posting so much.
I'm doing this because of Paramedics.
The third best career prospect anyway.
Till next time.
Take care Fucktards.
Loves,Appreciate!
P.s:I've sung too many songs for you but you won't even care.
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