Yesterday's band practice was rather horrible. Maybe I should have practiced more. Going for band practices seem more of a chore now. I don't understand why. Sometimes it gets so bad that it becomes a torture session.

My days are numbered but it seems tempting to end the counting down. I can only hope for a better tomorrow. The past few days have been filled with much suffering I don't think anyone would wish to experience. It's like locking up a tiger in a small enclosure, like being monitored by a close circuit television, like having mosquitoes buzz beside your ears continuously. Of course there were some pleasant times and I'm really grateful and thankful for them. Someone has been bugging and trying to cheat me for a week already. I wonder when he will wake up and realise that I'm not as stupid as he thinks. I may be stupid and useless but I am not retarded yet. I'll be glad if the person I'm referring to happens to read this.

I have had more than enough unpleasant things happening already. I hope that I can wake up from this horrible nightmare. I don't think I can last much longer.