When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.

Wayne Dyer

Now that I think of it, I don't have anything much to say.
Not about my life, not about my friends, not about my family or anything else because everything seems equally depressing.

Secondary 4 has been a notch better than last year.
I could still remember my grades were slipping tremendously compared to how I did at lower secondary, but slowly I realise it is just a phase everyone goes through.
It was tough trying to adapt to upper secondary life - longer school hours, more homework, tougher subjects to handle, and the fact friends that you were really close with aren't going to stick with you in class anymore. Sometimes I regret going into the class I am now. I felt that perhaps starting in a new class wasn't so bad after all - after all, I could make new friends right?