Waiting for the Nuke..

On to the point.
I'M SCREWED!

And here's why..
Quotes from today.

"Khidir, what happened to you?"
"Some teachers think that it's because you gotten influence by your malay friends, I won't mention names."
So said my hockey teacher i/c

"Handy! We're not in archery for P.E., we're in kangoo.. Along with D...... and F.... and N!! Great, we're in the freak club. Habis ar. Nasib baik ade ko.."
I said upon the 'greatest discovery of the day'..

"I'll kill you.."
So said my HT.

"Datang Haid?!"
So said my Pops..

And my response was,
"Wha.."

Wait.. that's not it..
It's more like,
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

All that's been said and happened feels as if my insanity has been shot, bombed and knifed little by little.. It's hard to find anything positive anymore nowadays..
I feel like I'm about to suffer from 消沉..
我在家不感觉安全
And me knowing I have 100% screwed up my midyears even way before getting back the results ain't helping either..
So much for being confident..
Now I'm just waiting for the nuke.

I need some physical pain..
I MISS HOCKEY AND BADMINTON..
I WANT LEG CRAMPS AND FATIGUE..

Peace..