didn't blog for 2 days. nothing muchh happened.
i'm feeling super sad today. i might be smiling&laughing, but i'm not happy.
had a sneak preview of my marks in report book. by accident? thats the only thing i'm pleased about.
我越来越不快乐,越来越不懂怎么快乐…
i scolded big f today? hui heard. unhappy about the books bahs. hui's worried, but (x
helped mdm lim do the literature thing today, quite fun?
had a talk on eye care today. not very boring la, but i don't know what it is talking about, my mind's not there.
went home, actually want sleep. lie on the bed&my tears flow out. i don't even think i'm thinking of anything, but flashbacks&more flashbacks? plus those texts.. it hurts. how i wish i'm seeing things wrongly. i'm not going to allow myself to cry, yup. i wish i could stop everything? i wish somemore could tell miee what to do?
rubbish, craps is not anything i want to hear. do anyone know how much it hurts? how i feel? this is not something i'm doing. sometimes when you do not mean anything, others might see it differently? if i could really don't care, if i could really act as if i don't care, how great would that be?
if i could just tell myself: "elaine, you don't give a damn right?", "elaine, you are seeing things?", "elaine, everything's gona be alright?" &"elaine.. ..."
then i would not be sad? how i wish i could just do that. but i know..
i gives a damn to it, much more. i'm not seeing things. everything's gona be alright? i don't know.
its only because i treasure these things, because that's not what
i'm very hurt today. i'm very sad today. i'm full of attitude today. i'm not the elaine anyone know-today.
but something for sure is.. i'm still me, nothing's gona change, whatever that happens?
i dislike the me today. so that's how much i'm worth? ya, i know..
dont ask me anything, i dont feel like explaining about anything more than i need to.
i dislike to cry, dislike to be unhappy, dislike to have attitudes, dislike to know the truth to everything.
i'm running away from reality? loser hor? i felt so too. all the dislikes are actually my way of running away from reality? i'm actually sad, unhappy, hurt, & tear don't know for what, showing attitude to my family&knowing some truths. anything but happy. of no importance too.
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