It's funny, how sometimes we look unto other people and take pity, hoping we'd never see ourselves in their shoes. There's the heartache, and on the other hand, we feel angry. Do they deserve this? And where is the person responsible? It's weird, the kind of distintegrated feelings.

Went to Home today.
Boring, kind of. Took pictures, but I'm too lazy to upload them. I painstakingly carried Jane's killer trumbone back to school. I swear, the case weighs twice the trumbone-,- And Jane stinks - all her notes were off :D