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Saturday, September 22, 2007
sitting in the psb room certainly makes one think alot. haha. it's amazing how the friends i've made through psb, seem to be the only ones who can make me smile, make me laugh, no matter how down i'm feeling. theyre the ones i can count on. the ones who have seen me at my happiest, and my saddest. theyre the only ones i can find myself going crazy with, not caring about what other ppl may think. theyre probably the only ones who have seen me cry, who have cried with me, and laughed with me. theyre the only ones i can talk with abt anything under the sun. haha, it's kinda amazing seeing what good friends i have made.
"welcome to my den!"
"i want to be a hero in the future!"
"can you imagine if the commentator made a mistake? peter CROTCH!"
"can you imagine if you were named dick crotch."
"the name's crotch. dick crotch."
yadaayadaayadaa. thats how nonsensical we can get i guess.
stand tall, stand proud,
voices that care,
are crying out loud.
yes, thats a wonderful song, and it never fails to make me become emo after hearing it. haha. i realised i've never said this to any of you all. but i love you all, i really do. thanks for everything, just being yourselves, you guys never fail to make my days. im so glad i've met you guys. and yeah, i just hope our friendships will last. (:
thank you all, for riding the waves with me. <3
i think i'm kinda useless. no one has faith in me. mum thinks i havent been studying for math. which is completely untrue. cos math is the last paper. it's the only subjetc i can count on to bring my grades up. she's even doubting whether i can get to trinity. sigh, i'm useless i guess.
even friendships are screwing up. one particular friendship i had treasured, that particular person whom i thought i could turn to in class, it's all gone now. i'm seen as a loner in class now i guess. suddenly theres no one i can count on. the thing is, she's pretty, and ppl would probably prefer to talking to her, rather than me. so i really have no one to turn to.
being dropped out of the netball team without any notice, kind of sucks too. please, at least tell me i've been dropped out. dont send an email telling us who's in the netball team. i frantically try to search for my name, eventually realising i've been dropped out. it sucks, it really does.
i just got scolded, for apparently showing attitude to my brother, and dad thinks i'm just pissed cos he hung the comp. no one understands. seriously, no one does.
and i find myself crying my shithead off in front of the computer screen.
paddo, i dont need a movie to cry.
i need to cry to someone.
i seem okay outside, i'm a mess inside, crumbling slowly.
i'm a huge screwed up mess.
God, help me.this year has been the worst year of my life, except for you.you've been a miracle.
(: 2:02 PM