This is the beginning of sadness.

I'm at Elsa's now. She's in the shower(if you imagine this literally it's funny). Results were horrendous and thus the first sentence. It's my fault I admit. So I cry over spilt milk. I cry over myself. I am Spilt milk. Dad doesn't want me to enter sa. He actually bribed me. Man what is the world coming to. This is armageddon. We're living in revelation. I'm typing trash because results proved me trash.