Piecing broken pottery together.

Wow would be my one word summary for yesterday's neverending rush of events. Visiting a place where I would be leaving in a short period of time, getting chased out of it by my favourite teacher, dragging my coma induced carcass to tuitions, finally resting for the first time in 3 days, waking up to find a my family(my full family) right in front wishing me a happy birthday.

It was such a heavyweight event of emotional matchups, regarding seeing both my parents come together to celebrate my birthday. Despite hating each other's guts, they worked over their differences and collaborated a mini-birthday party thing for me. I could not take the feeling of warmth and togetherness any longer, I ran up to my room and shut the door. I took my guitar and played the countless songs that I had come up with about broken families and all about the 'could have beens' that could have been if my parents didn't break up.

Tomorrow will be my Chemistry Practical paper. I am as fucked as a single lone chicken surrounded by a pack of wolves. Finger-lickin good!