Me actually being content with everything that I have right now. That is simply not the case. That has never been the case. I have never gotten what I've wanted ever. And now I want this extremely awesome dorm room but I have to have at least 320,000 pesos to stay there for one year. I mean, if I was Chloe, then sure. Chump change for their family I guess. Not even a question. No need to consider anything when you're loaded as fuck. The only thing they're probably going to worry about is if it's comfortable enough and nice for their precious, pretty daughter. Why can't I have that much money without breaking my back a thousand times? I mean, I guess Chloe doesn't deserve it any more than I do, the wealth, I mean. It's all just a random family placement thing when you're born. I'm glad I wasn't born a peasant, but really, I can do better than this. I hate the stupid cheap UP dorm life. Oh yeah, and I had my chem practical exam earlier. Some weird things happened as usual. Socially awkward me, and Renzo being near each other with less than 10 inches of space. I was complaining that it was really cold, and he proceeds to rub his hands together, like he was agreeing with me. And then being near him was just really bad on my thinking skills really. Because I couldn't think straight. I didn't know what to do with him being so close to me. And then the best thing my brain could come up with? Not talking at all. Classic Abby. He probably thinks I hate him, which is far from the truth. He was also singing. Yup. The Corrs' Runaway. Which I loved when I was little.