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Monday, August 22, 2011

I didn't wanna lose you, leave me with a broken heart, but wherever we are, we're miles apart. I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye.

Sometimes I just wonder, was it all worth it? Was it worth to gain your respect? Was it worth to trust me? It seems as if it just doesn't work out. I'm sorry, if I ever asked you to take the yishun train, I didn't force you, but it was your decision. I can't do anything. Please, don't get affected. It's not your fault. When you told me what they said, my heart was ouch. Okay, so what am I supposed to do now? I'm afraid to face them. No one seem to notice today. Not even Nat, and she usually does see my mood or reaction and knows that something's wrong. You as usual, you knew. It's you and only you. So was just kind pissed with Christiann today. I'm just trying to be nice to you, and there to go and give me some fucking attitude. It's like I'm invisible. Maybe I am, I always am. Get it right. FUCK IT. Anw during guitar fazilah fucking pissed me off. I was just asking Meryl if she was playing tomorrow, and fazilah had to be some fuckin extra saying to me: "Why? You showing off is it?" Was I even talking to you? NO. Maybe you're just jealous, because you always get picked on by Ms Sin. You can't strum, you can't pluck. THEN WHY THE FUCK DO YOU JOIN THIS CCA. So was talking to Vanessa & Elis about CCA Comm for next year. I may not even be on the commitee because a lot of people hate me, the ones from the fazilah clique. I really wanna be. But seems like the teachers want Vanessa to be. But really, it all depends on popularity vote. So Elis may get. I'll be sad of course. But what to do right, life can be just really unfair. Which reminds me of class outing. I don't even feel like going. I don't wanna go. Because my class is a fucking asshole class which I wanna get out as soon as possible.

Anw, please don't get affected my my problems or her. Please. Do this for me. And it'll be okay. Today was just too much. I have no mood to do anything. Or see anyone, except you. Right now, I don't know what to do. Wani's in OBS, and right now I just need someone to talk to. Someone who listens. And Wani's the right person. But she's gone, until Friday. I hope I can survive.

You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper. You can go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper. I'll keep this in mind, I guess this is the only song that gets me going. Thank you Demi.

Goodnight, love <3


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