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one last dance
Saturday, January 23 19:05
Im wondering, for how long i can keep up like this.
I couldnt bear everything that's been going on.
I may look like im a strong person.
But im still a girl, arent i?
Girls have fragile hearts dont they?
Yes, I say im okay.
But what if im not?
What if im so full with doubts.
I just dont get it.
Im trying to believe you.
But you're not helping me at all.
You're denying everything.
How should i keep up with this?
This whole situation, is driving me nuts.
Its easy for you guys to just say " chill, relax " .
But im the one who's going through all this shit.
I hafta go through this weird twisted situation which is making circles forever.
IT WONT STOP.
Yes, it keeps going around and around.
At the start of today,
you're already saying no one cares for you.
WHO AM I TO YOU? huh ?
All these while, what have i been to you?
I ignore all those cursing you gave.
I dont care, cause i know when you're angry,
you tend to vulgar.
But that is no excuse for you to mistreat me.
And i have not mistreated you.
All these while, i've been a major stuck up, havent i?
I know now.
Im just a major stuck up.
okay.
its really okay.
Im just tired of being hurt.
I really am.
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Dangg , i miss school.
I miss skipping classes.
I miss canteen madness.
I miss laughing on top of my lungs.
I miss sneaking to canteen/cafe.
I miss messing up art room.
I miss having paint on my fingertip.
I miss homeworks.
i miss being punished.
I miss being late for class.
I miss being late for school.
I miss being late for Mock papers.
I miss being late for prelims.
I miss being late for O level.
I miss getting caught by the vice-principal for shoes and socks.
I miss the teachers telling me to tie up my hair.
I miss my dancers.
I miss nagging at my dancers.
I miss dancing.
I miss the hall
I miss mee sutra.
I miss curryhut.
I miss coffee&snack.
I miss captains ball.
I miss soccer.
I miss running.
I miss the track.
I miss Mr Marcus's lame jokes.
I miss Keith Tan.
I miss locker.
I miss smoking in school, sneakly.
I miss music room.
I miss media hub.
I miss Mdm Noor Azizah.
I miss blueberry tea.
I miss Mr Aidil.
I miss wearing school skirt.
I miss Nasi Briyani.
I miss sleeping in class.
I miss sick bay.
I miss the OM.
I miss looking at Mr Adam.
I miss secondary school days, basically.
I know this isnt a proper post.
But im running out of words.
I dont know what to post, for now.
But i'll do a proper one when i got some ideas okay.
peace.
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