"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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today was terrible. a series of unpleasant incidents one after another. i don't know why my dad's angry with me. he just went,"i don't like you to do these kind of things" and walked off. i don't even know what kind of things he is talking about. is it the funfair? is it me spending too much time on dance? is it because i'm home late everyday? is it because i went out tonight? or did mr lee call me and tell him i skipped chem practical? so many possibilites but i don't know which one. and now guilt is gnawing its way through my heart because i have so many things to be guilty about.