This whole week is horrible, terrible, difficult and tiring.

I had many tests, 2 of which are my weakest subjects. I'm already depressed enough that I couldn't get an A1 for my chinese test, and I'll be having A Maths test on Monday. I will surely fail many. I'm very certain.

Tonight is the parent meeting session. My father is going with me. I hope the seesion won't be too long. I wanna rush straight home, because there are alot of good televison progammes. Of course, no teachers would probably want to see my father. I'm a good girl. I can't wait to dump the session behind me. It's useless and time-consuming. Bad memories are always not too good for health... and me.