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Thursday, February 25, 2010

i'm feeling a little under the weather and underappreciated, by the people who matter so much so much. it should seem odd that i would receive that needed comfort from the least expected people, people whom i almost never utter a single word to in a day. Amirah and Afiqah, who lifted my spirits by calling out 'Cheryl!' so readily, as if they were at least glad to see me.
Sheena Yi Jun Wei Ren, you guys i never lost faith in:) also Tiong Ho Jung Tze Kok Nam whom together made my day. GP turned out to be a blast anyway although we earned ourselves some hardcore pissed off faces for laughing so maniacally.

today i walked away and that was that. you didnt even notice because you were too damn busy entertaining your friends... heartfelt chats with yj during chem practicals and lectures affirmed that i am right. i'm thinking of things i'm afraid to think because i shouldn't, i'm feeling some things that make me feel like i'm terrible. that word sums it up; everything is just too terrible. but i. am. right. "so what if you're right..?"
today i walked away from your sight. tomorrow i walk away from your mind.

it pains me and that is why i am here typing this, my fingers like frantic spiders on the keyboard. when i am in pain all i want to do is write. is there something about you that i still don't understand? it's the age old question of Prozac Nation: "when you look at me do you see me? if i suddenly disappear would you realise..?"

she's not here @

5:32 PM