At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Wednesday, January 7
Last blogged @ 6:24 PM

School was okay, kind of thing.
I'm taking A Maths for one last term,
if I'm still bad in it, I'll drop that subject.
Overall was okay.
Guys are freaking me out.
Everything is happening differently now.
Thanks.
it has always been about you, boy.