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♡ A Girls' Poverty
Saturday, August 2, 2008, 3:44 PM
Its ever since I craved, indirectly, to be apropos of the eminently portentous life.
I would ever be in such state sincee this year. A year of hapless me.
First financial issues, sophomore, trips, then arrangement. Just what have I have to bear with this whole charade.
I finger-point to number of tuities and triple double extra lessons I have in upoming days, weeks, months, years, and centuries.
It was a total disaster to have you as the sole daughter of a numbered family. I was wholly tired upon facing such so.
Finished my accomplishment of attendanc-ing Kumon class today. Only then to realised loads of schoolworks were still fractionally complete. Even minority leads to majority woes.
I've realised that schoolwork are mounting and I am ailing. Since then I had a big aches. You would never understand my circumstances of being trying-to-be-the-best-daughter-but-fail-to.
You would not.
I convetous those daughters damsel who neither have siblings... They were brats-spoiled, but highly respected amongst society.
*Shudders*
I guess my life would not be a lot more better than this.