orange words = notes to my swan. please do not read other colours..
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! "eighteen years of spring..happy birthday girl.. HAHA"
hey darling! what an EXCITING day it is for you. so i wonder if you've decided where to hang that master piece up AHAHAH. and i love you loads---YES YOU DIDNT SEE WRONGLY.. I LOVE YOU. not i like you-- for being as squealish. and even giving me and seet our idols pictures ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. awwwwwwwwwwwww. sweet girl. im sure mouse will love you if it knows what you feel for it despite the fact that it hasnt developed into a charming thing. YET---so dont hit me! HAHHA. KS FTW!
alright. you shall STOP reading here. seriously. (:
i really don't know what im doing. for a moment i cry and sober over my cats. but later i seem to become ignorant of their presence. is it that im THAT busy that i've prioritised work before even thinking about them.. or that i dont love them enough? what am i to call myself an animal lover, when i can even forget about my cats. i feel like a empty bottle with a fanciful plastic wrapper outside. so fake. so heartless. it seems that my only consolation is that at least.. at least im doing some self reflection.
my day worsened when i realised i did badly for bio spa. yes. the actual spa. how could i have not known that each sources of error has to ranked?! when others actually knew it? WHAT AN ASSHOLE. WAKE UP YOU BITCH. IT'S A LEVELS YEAR. NO TIME FOR BULLSHIT. and what a blur queen for misplacing her notes in the wrong file last night... and i attended math lecture with more than two thirds of a heart focusing between understanding the last tutorial and her birthday. sometimes i wonder why i have to tire myself so much from ccas and academics. why push yourself so hard when in the end it all doesnt even matters.
homework. noun. defined to me as domestic assignment or task. in primary school days, we spend an average of 1 hr on it each day. secondary, perhaps 2-3 hours.. junior college. ALL THE TIME which is what defines us as muggers. what a world to live in. i wonder what happens in university.
friday's gp common test and i think about how i could pull my grades up. ms chan said there's actually nothing you can really do. just go for it. yea. true. but there's so much insecurtiy within me such that i may just PMS anytime anywhere. before i find myself isolating away from even close friends.
life is short. why can't we be given more time. is it really true the shorter the time, then only the more you start to cherish them?
i hate you.
All the sleepless nights; and the tears you cry at 11:06 PM
clawedwretch
she’s not here, she’s not there.
and she neither stays nor does she hide