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♡ PreMenstrual Syndrome.
Thursday, September 23, 2010, 9:02 PM
Because things are okay now, you don't need me. One of the sole reason why I'd step back and gave in.
I'd given attitudes - to see who'll care. I'd reply one-word answer - to see who'll care. I don't talk - to see who'll care. I don't emote - to see who'll care. I walked away - to see who'll care. As expected, no one does.

If you’re not ready, then I’ll wait; If you have something to say, then I’ll listen; If you’re all alone, then I’ll keep you company; If you start to think I’m annoying, then I’ll keep my distance; If you don’t like me back, then I’ll understand. But if this whole thing is a game to you and you won’t take this shit seriously, then I have no reason why I should even bother trying with you.

So after all, I'm just a I-want-to-borrow-you someone to you.

I’ve just had a depressing realization: I have nothing unique or special to offer to anyone, I am entirely replaceable

Right. So tomorrow's the last day of school week. 6 more days to EOY. Crazy to think that's just mygod, an armlength away from commiting suicide if I don't put in my extra 200% effort.
Ms Chua's probably right. We might be motivated to revise at one point of time, but then, as days goes by, we realized ourselves laying back even more than before because truth is, we got lazier(instead of the opposite) when exams are approaching. I have to agree.
This post already proves it all. Distractions... Heck yes. A lot, crazy a lot a lot, lately.
Sigh sigh sigh.

"We don’t always have a choice how we get to know one another. Sometimes, people fall into our lives cleanly—as if out of the sky, or as if there were a direct flight from Heaven to Earth—the same sudden way we lose people, who once seemed they would always be part of our lives."

Ohhkay.
Till then. Daa blov-vers.