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Thursday, March 22, 2007
8:59 PM
Lessons were blah blah. I can't believe I said chen lao shi was nice. -.- Fuck, I think she has something against me. Rah, then moodswing earlier today. I actually couldn't control myself and cried a little. Miracle was beside me, asking if I was alright..
I don't know, it's all so vague to me now. Everything feels.. wrong? Yet again, a hug that isn't strong, a hug that doesn't tell me 'this is where you belong'. But I do feel the warm. I know you're trying hard to make me believe in love again, I do.
Went to watch cedar's match against fairfield. Cedar won. :] Then after that, crapped with them. I like shermin and kendra. Veh cute. I think kendra speaks chinese with an cheena accent. Haha, vehveh cute please.
Went to novena with ade, bought deodorant, then went to makan at pastamania with her. I watched while she ate. Went to buy daddy's present after that.
I feel so.. unfilial and useless.. Whatever. I must stop feeling this way. I must be happy. I must be happy. Go over the words again and again. Please be happy.
Training tomorrow. I hope I won't have to get snubbed by her again. It's not my fault that I suck at volleyball right?
I'm screwed through and through.
Honey, I love you. So will you please smile?
Honey, I love you. But I just can't smile.
♥