"you'll have a new life, new school... you'll be in a new country... i still keep on thinking that you'll be better over here."
I smile.

i have no idea what i want. i'm still as aimless as i was before, clueless, have absolutely no inspiration for anything of any sort.

change of account:
paraphases

i don't know why.
i don't know what's worth anymore.

"I don't ( Read more... )

( come find the ledgendary clover in this clover field with me )

it doesn't matter if i try, i try so hard to smile. it doesn't matter if i go around finding things that will cheer me up. it all doesn't matter.

i tried. it doesn't work.

and yeah, hiatus. cause i'm a mess. and since depression is selfishness (no i agree) and also because 'two people's time shouldn't be wasted on what one person can do.'

the constant animosity is paining
i'm still hoping
yup, it's killing

everyone's obligation is themselves
because we're all responsible for ourselves.

i'll keep to that.

i swear. i won't hate.

six candles by FM Static is nice. ohwells.

though,
hope is frail but hard to kill
or is it meant to die or kill.

i don't know why i'm forever so foolish.

dear ( Read more... )

the 'title' of my journal still stands.

i'm tired. i have a lot more to say. i give up.

i don't even know why i'm taking Os.

no it's not your fault, i've always been tired for the past few weeks.

seriously, i don't know why i'm taking Os.

they shouldn't have given me the option of quitting. i let myself quit too much this year.

i'd say 'help' but i don't ( Read more... )

you know what? it doesn't matter. at the end, i'm not going to let myself talk myself out of it. i'm going to be cold, i'm going to ignore, i'm going to be selfish ( Read more... )

what does it matter? i fill myself with hope. with the wrong kind of hope. oh yeah, i know it's wrong. i don't care. i don't want to care anymore. and who cares anyway?

i'm waiting for 13 november
i can't wait
i'm going to make it foolproof, i hope so anyway.
since i've never done it before.

i'd do it now. but i'm waiting, just for you.

and i can argue with you day in day out.

then how did they know if you didn't tell them since you 'didnt even have to SPEAK to them to get that accomplished.? and wouldn't talking this already be backstabbing? i never asked my mum to find ms lau. or for her to speak to you. that was out of control and i'm sorry that my emotions was out of control.

i ( Read more... )

Meeting someone is God's doing, but parting is what humans do themselves.
you said you understood, i'm sure you still do. but ohwells. i guess that's just how life goes.

if anyone actually read my post on midnight. you can scrap that.

"is it possible to feel pissed and then amused at the same time?"
"er."
"at the same thing?"
"i suppose so, i suppose ( Read more... )

i don't feel like doing anything. i don't want be anywhere.

i want to disappear.

you make me pissed and sad at the same time.
how on earth's that possible?

i saw mr yeo before the geog paper.
scrap that. mr yeo saw me before the paper. he came forward and asked how the paper was. i just smiled and then he said something and something and something. then ( Read more... )