my fuse ran short too many a time today. was too bitchy for the good of everyone. but i didn't realise i was until everyone was complaining i was being a grouch. soccer soccer i missed it.
anyways i realised that a broken glass can never be the same after it cracks. as sad as that might sound. you can think whatever you wish, whatever you want. i miss you you and you. all the times we had. hardly ever out of mind. think hold on by good charlotte. and other memories of you would stay.
And all the things we have, and all the people we have known, will fade away so quickly into the deep.
so surreal yet so true. so painful yet inevitable.
changes constantly sticks out like a sore thumb and for one im not good at dealing with em. everylittlesingle one. and i hate that. i think i could never get use to longing
moving on, i attended school today to collect report cards and became exhibit-like in school for a day. regina taught me to counter model-style. ha! take that suckers. and lo and behold im attending school(commendation day) on friday 'cos i received the most improved student in biology or something along that line. right.. to rejoice or not. haha.
you know i can barely wait for christmas to come. heh please feed me with chocolates, icecreams(esp gelatos or ben&jerrys), tomyam(id never get sick of em), baileys(oh the love), shoes, bags(ohh brown), donuts, airticket(pretty please?), and a genuine smile.
another year is ending yet again! it seems like only yesterday that i was sitting in the school library during the first threemonths with nad. everything seems to fly by this year. and what i used to have were no longer with me. even faster than i can snap my fingers. next year's a tough and dry journey to tread along. much worse than this. i hope i won't regret the things that i forsee myself doing (ie not studying, overusing the com). self discipline!! then again it's a year that will just fly by like this.
i hope someone removes my ability to think. or turn me into a religious machine puffing away at that. hopes that dangles on the string snapped off long ago. whatever remains of me is bleak. remember without a paddle. i hate it when i push you further. i'm..sorry.
how do i ever convey what i feel. how can i possibly let you know/show you the exact sentiments in my head?
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