4:05 PM. God out of all the time of day, what I hate the most is the afternoon. It always brings back old memories. I don't like anything that reminds me of the past. When I was younger, my best friends used to come to my house every Saturday morning. We played lots of games. Talked about anything. Had really much fun. They always went home every time the sun starts to set. And I watch them walked away. Just like that. I felt sad every time we had to part even though we can still meet each other at school. Well I don't see them anymore for years since I've moved to another town. That feeling when you missed your friends, urgh I really can't stand it.

So I'll start going to school tomorrow. Supposed to go yesterday, but didn't. Dad said it's probably best to rest at home first, or what he probably meant was, he wanted to sleep first. Cause he went to sleep at 5 AM and was too sleepy to drive me to school. Nice try, Dad. I have essays to finish. Cheers.