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Friday, 5 August 2011

Everything I do is just deemed wrong.


Got maligned twice today. Saw you in the morning, as usual. Classes as usual, ran 2.4km and had a basketball match with the girls. Slacked as usual for classes, then, Mother Tongue ERP. Did work while sitting beside Fenna and finally ended class. Went to the Music Room and saw Ingrid, Jolene, Patrine and the rest. Went to lunch with Ingrid, Jolene and Samantha. Saw Yeehuan today for the first time, she was at SJAB.

ChineseOrchestra, I was heading into the classroom when I saw you outside your class. You headed in immediately, I paused and stood there. I got slapped today by FanXing. It wasn't that hard(though it hurt), and I know it was by accident. But halfway through while fighting back to get my revenge, as how I always do thanks to my fucked up personality, I accidentally stepped on my GaoHu's strings and BOTH of them broke. -.- Gave it to the teacher and apologized but still got an earful, and that fucker still giggled and laughed. Got fucking pissed off, but calmed down.

Then, during the break, I hung with Patrine and she told me that Jiawei said she got more violent after changing her seat and sitting beside me. Emphasis: BESIDE ME. Wow, that sure is great. So, after not beating anyone up in her presence for so long, you tell me she would get influenced by me and get more violent? *claps* You're such a smartass. Fuck yourself please, look at your own attitude before talking shit about other's. _|_

I know I've a rotten attitude and I'm super clingy and I talk shit about almost anyone and everyone. I know I'm horrible. I know. But you know what? Maybe it's time for me to just shut the fuck up, ignore the world and do nothing. And that way, no one would get hurt nor annoyed, and I'd disappear from their lives.

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