Pieces Of Me.

Oh. Forgot to blogged about something pissing. I'm fucking pissed cos SOME TEACHER called my mum and told her I didn't go for the councilor's camp yesterday. And asked my mum if she knew cos she was afraid that I play truant. Wtf?!?!?! I told her I had job attachment right. Maybe I didn't tell her I'll be working on Sat, but hello, I told Ms Amy. Trying to tell me that teachers don't talk to each other? Teachers don't share news? Shut the fuck up. Fucking pissed can. Anyway I planned to call her or msg her after my work which ends at like 4 or 5. Even if I go for the camp also must after work right. Also must go home bathe and pack those shits to bring right. Fine lah. Lunch time only call my mum. Lucky my mum was the one who told me not to go for the camp. I paid $15 already. But who cares. I don't wanna be a councilor. Sack me. Sack me for all I care. Sack me for not going to this bloody camp. Sack lah! It's gonna be fucking boring anyway. If she called like 6 plus, 7 plus then I won't be so pissed. Cos it's my fault for not informing her. But so freaking early call already.. Very free ah. It was a BAD idea to merge student councilors and PSLs lor. How about both hates each other? The camp is so like a PSL camp. WOW. So orginal. I use to think that she was nice. I could even forgive the EXTREME biasness. But fuck, after this, go to hell. Anyway, I REFUSE to buy black shoes next year. I hope you all sack me! I'm not worthy anyway. You people treat student councilors like some kind of robots. No this, no that, cannot do this, cannot do that. Fuck it. Sack me. I'll be praying so fucking hard.
VIC! I NEED YOU.
There are so much restrictions. Boy, I'm living with that. I miss you.