I’m knocking my head hard now. I want to blog but Donna Lye has no idea what to blog about. Okay. Donna hates her life. She loves most of her familyto death, she loves her friends to death & her dog.

Fine.

I’m about to knock my brain out and throw the rubik cube out of my window. but i won’t. I only solved two sides. But thank you, cait, you ruined the entire thing. -_-
Back from scratch. Tell me this isn’t boring? …
Oh, we got sent to the parade square during Mr. Wong’s class today. Freaking class laughed because he had a haircut and looked…same? So down we went. -_-
then mr chong came and he was like

Lobster: Why are you all down here?
Jeremy: Mr. Wong cut his hair.
Lobster: ..?
Jeremy: Then we laugh. Then sent down
Rest of the class laugh like idiots
Lobster: So do you want me to make all of you stay in the push up position for an hour?
Class: -diam diam-

He’s so mean t-t
and then my hand smacked the ground and my middle finger’s middle bone got scratched, and it started bleeding. My favourite finger some more. T-T
RIGHT MIDDLE FINGER.

ow.
not miss ow. I meant ow as in the pain ow.

xoxo.