on the bathroom floor

It's somewhere opposite Novena I think. I suddenly wish I had taken pictures of my bus ride- buses though I don't think I'll ever forget them totally. Still. All those days gone. Aiyah.

I don't know what all this will come to, reading that old thick little story book [which has no typos at all!], collecting and flipping through all those wesley weeklys, trying to pray for people I don't even know, trying to walk on the right and sunny side of the road... Sigh God if you're really out there try not to laugh too much or you might throw up.

I don't get what's wrong either. I easily believe in the shittiest of school rumours but not in you.