My classmates think I only have three emotions: triumph, disappointment and disgust. Of course not, I also have hate, disdain, apathy, discontentment, anger and frustration.

I think I will fail in helping a friend achieve her goal. Maybe next year, I'll bully her into working harder.

I badly want need a new novel to read. I can't bear anymore having free time spent pining for transes to read.