Why does things have to turn out this way? Correction:always turn out this way. The way, I don't what it to be. Why?
Why can't probably I get my first? Correction:When.
I'm seriously sick and tired of this attitude of, mine . Always, me. I've strive, and indeed I had. But why can't people just see me differently.
Where are my shoulders when I need them to cry on? Indeed it was a hurtful yet beautiful mistake. I wasn't known till last night. Like, mygee, it gives me 99.99% assurance of my doubts. The other 0.01%, left with the person itself. It gives me just this too much fractional assurance that its COMPLETELY UNDOUBTLY IMPOSSIBLE. Afterall, everyone is right-worthless.
From now onwards, I illegally pledge to the QueenOfLove, to cupid who might aimed an arrow on me one of my days, that I won't be easily fall. I don't wish to be like Romeo&Juliet, sacrifices for their unsakely undying love. With whom, I might highlight that, oh boy, I'm still 14, for heaven's sake. This was all a pretty good moral slappings on me. The short-lived happiness, hereby I declare, end here. Goodbye, love.
(I didn't care whoever you refer to as long as there's someone, the best I could help you is give up. Probably I lose but I guess losing isn't an issue at all cause I've been too selfish and self-centred to myself all this while. Eventhough, I've loose control of having to have admiration towards you, oh, I sided okay. For all I know, right from the start, everything was just wish, desire and impossible dreams. A temporary fairytale, in the storybook. Existed but never possible in coming true. GodBlessYou. You're forever, my first.)

Moving on, I don't want to use too much space on my rants and cryings for this post(eventhough, I had). Choir today was nevertheless a good ending to the last day of my week. Absolutely not. In fact, always. Although I seem to have beam for the entire day, just let me inform you, I've been faking a smile cause it kills me more to have them console me. That's holy pathetic phrase. Like Sacha said, 'look forward to the weekends'. Sigh, the more I think of weekends, the tempted I am to take the lift to the 12th floor and jump down because
VALENTINE'S DAY sucxx for me. Someone like me.
I had knowledgebly horrendous hours of TUITION.
SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT are keeping me away from leisure&relaxation.
+++, I'll definitely be staying in for the whole of 2days which well I may say el muy sux. Okay, fine I'm left with the last words now and just saying a few more.

(P.S. If I know that this will be the ultimate outcome, I dare being invisble.)
(P.P.S. It was once a once upon a time. Now its a never ever after ending.)

For the second time;
Goodbye love.