mixture.

you know sometimes when you're so sad and hurt, that every time you breathe out, your heart hurts. like literally.

i tried to be strong. i really didn't want to cry, i really didn't.

it's nobody's fault.

what i've been doing for 114 days, since school started. since choir started.. was just out of my plain stupidity and naive thinking. mine.

it's not her fault.

maybe changing school is a good idea after all?

i miss you de. i want to just say anything i want with you.

just like primary one.

primary four.

primary five.

primary six.

secondary one.

i'm tired. tired of trying to fit in.

tired of trying to tag along.

tired of being aware of each word i'm saying in case i say the wrong thing.

tired of thinking if i'm pissing anyone off when i'm with them.

words do hurt.

but she wasn't in any wrong.

in fact i agree with her.

just too stubborn to admit it myself.

admit the fact, that i'm not, just not a part.

no matter how much i pretend, or they pretend.

maybe changing school is a good idea after all.

maybe sec 2 is just a crappy year.

just maybe.

i know how it feels to be comforting someone who is really depressed.

it's really sad.

i dont want anyone to feel sad for me.

so, i'll be okay.

just maybe.

8 pieces of tissue already. okay. enough. smile. (: