THAT DAY
I forgot which day,
I returned home with my glum stone hard face
and mum asked why I looked so miserable
and told me to be positive so that I can be happy.
and then i cried.
cos for mum to be able to see it on me,
who hides all sorts of things and keep to myself masking behind my long hair
it meant that i looked real miserable
and for mum to see me breaking down when she probed/nagged
i think i broke mum's heart.
and she said how she was suppossed to be fang xin to let me go to US for exchange like this.
But i know I would survive better than now anyway
I know its not the people, but the pressure
school and MYSELF gives to me.
and then I awake and I sigh every morning.
Its 3 more weeks. Just 3 more weeks.
AY CAN PULL THROUGH RIGHT?

and i realised no old friends comment on my emo posts on Fb anymore cos probably they know me too well that i just needa vent, and I'd always be fine after that.. haha scroll through and you see all the unfamiliar names to you... it seems like my old friends do not bother to ask about me anymore, but I know that aint the case. its because, they know me too well to let me wallow in silence for awhile, and I'd recover after that.
3 MORE WEEKS AY. VERY FAST 빨리 빨리!!!!!!! HURRY UP AND END THIS HORRENDOUS INCIDENT!
and yes, I do hate school alot. Hate the system, and hate school.
correct me if im wrong, 20 years down the road but at this moment, i hate this.