bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Tuesday, April 4
it shouldnt come to this.
it shouldnt be reduced to this state when i'm constantly asking myself
'what's the point'
'why do i even care, when others dont'
can't let it happen. NO.
i'll bother, even if you dont.
so now we ask ourselves
is bothering enough?
it comes back to the HEART
always the heart.
i cant understand it.
and sometimes i'm afraid of what i dont see in mine.
man, i'm already ashamed of the flaws.
i can't imagine the unknown.
no right to comment, i know.
i dont want to want a hero's welcome.
i dont want to want to give just to receive a prize.
i love school though, that i'm sure (:
gosh music from musicals are the best, especially when the orchestra plays. whoaa. sigh if i were to tell you my dream or goal in life whatever you call it, you'd laugh. it's okay, better to have a dream than have none (: similarly, better to have done a third of a GP essay (if you think you're difficult, tell me and i'll show you the paper to prove to you that it beat you), than to have a blank sheet. so off to bed to dream of weird dreams like your form teacher giving you a HORRIBLE testimonial. sheesh i had that dream on sunday afternoon, which totally SCARED ME OUT OF MY WITS. fine, i was supposed to be revising for spa but i forgot all about it. serves me right then. heh.
goodbye
11:36 PM