Tolerance.

It was such an... *#%@ing day.

So *#%@ing that I'm really apologetic now towards classmates who had to endure my frowns and awkward silence throughout Economics lecture and tutorial.

Maybe you girls haven't seen enough of me yet, so the moment I abandon my crazy-looney-perverted persona, everyone starts to get wary of me, worried that I will blast into a string of vulgarities. Basically, I can't be hahaha-I'm-lame all day, so this is what happens when you catch me feeling emo.

Actually today wasn't so bad.

XX.
I don't know when you'll read this but I know that you've had to bear with my crap, especially today, when I refused to utter a word in case I accidentally snapped...
I guess I don't know what to say now either. Don't mind me, please?

P.
Sorry that I spammed you with my emo words the moment you sent an SMS. Heehee.

If I ever get a tattoo, that will be it.
But in black, and on the front of the hand.