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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Was kind of pissed of in the morning.
suddenly no mood to run and additional
to my anger was that we had to run 3 more
round in the hockey field. i swore i could had
just fainted just now. the following subject
was maths and so on, so on, and so on.
met Haqim during recess because i have
no mood to eat and some more did'nt spent
much time with him 'peacefully'.
the only subject i concentrated on was POA
and i'm loving it. hahaa. had remedial after
school and i managed to finished the
questions that Mrs Phua gave me by 3.15pm
and i went mac straight with Haziq.
the schedule is not out yet and i'm hating it.
leceh lahh. so went to finish my homework
with haziq while waiting for bby. bby
was a few minutes late so it was kind of okay.
i miss him ohh so much but he was sick.
But again, the clouds was getting darker and
it began to rain. poor bby had covered himself
with my P.E t-shirt and shivered. i persuaded
him to go home but he insisted to spend time
with me so i was okay with it but i also did
felt wrong about it. passed him the passion art
tickets for him to show his father and he gave
me a chocolate bar. yea^________^
so happy. gosh, there's still homework to complete
and yet im just to lazy to do.
i hate chemistry so much.
i hate chemistry so much.
i hate chemistry so much.
its not about the subject. its that fucking asshole.
talk to guys nicely but to the girls like one fucking bitch sia.
me and nani really hate her. somemore she's kind of
racist.(don't know if i spelled it correctly.) wtf. hate her
like fucking hell. so what if i don't know how to do. people
ask you questions, you scold them. feel like changing chem
to bio. but cnnt, what to do.


gosh. its just so hard. i don't know how to explain and i'm just so angry with myself for lying to the both of you and also to myself. im tired seperating my time. im tired of seperating my heart and im just so tired of being U--------L .

Mr cap, im so sorry . i sense you know something but just keep it to yourself.
Mr Kred, i don't know how to tell you and i also don't know how to handle this feelings.