I got almost violent reviews from my closest friends, particularly Julius,about the first entry of my journal. To him, it was very pathetic, indeed. Well, I reasoned, there's not so much to cheer about my life right now, except that Santy's girlfriend, Cathy had their first baby some time last week, I think that was September 13. I was a bit uninformed because I lend my phone to my Mom who went out of town to see my sick grandfather, her own was a little dysfunctional.So I've been killing myself for a week now having no communication with my dear friends. I took my first final exam for the term this morning, and after leaving more than half of my paper blank, I am more than certain that I'm going to fail that fucking Thermodynamics.

The Silversoul (that's how we call ourselves for seven years now) have been with me through almost everything I've gone through, and they were pretty scared as to how people will see me after my first journal entry. Personally,I think that what I have written in there is understandably not going to define my whole personality whatsoever. For an intelligent person, it is not hard to comprehend that things like that happen to every one once in their lives and it could make sense if I say that I have only written one part of my life, and I couldn't be judged by anyone just by that.

Right now, I'm trying to get myself into studying my notes. I've two more final exams for this week and I better be good because I can't afford to get kicked out again. So help me God.