How I look EVERYDAY after school. So MOTHER EFFIN MESSY.

Day by day, I've realized that I don't really care about how I look anymore. Seriously, I just try not to care. Because the more I care, the more conscious I'll be, and I don't have time to feel that way. I know I've got better things to do than trying to 'look good' EVERY single day of my life.

School was alright. During SW lesson, I had to check my height and weight. Nothing impressive, really. And then after that, I had to carry this damn heavy ball and do stuff with it, to improve muscles...like as if I can develop them -__- I'm all about the skin and bones baby !

T.G.I.F ! Friday ! Please be good to me, cos I promise I will be good to you. Let's be fair ok ? I love you, Friday ;)