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Monday, July 21, 2008



i feel so regretful.
waste my money,
i skipped lunch-dinner.
to buy.
yes,i not rich.
vivian,why are you so useless.
buy,no courage give.
you made me realise,
without me in your life.
you still live happily.
and seem to be even better/
i guess you dont need it
you dont need it
to brighten your life.
i freaking cried during
maths lesson.
i feel so upset,
living in this world
is torturous.
sometimes,i really dk
i try my best to be happy/high
i came school
with a smile on my face.
i try not thinking.
casting away those wild thoughts.
but when i left alone,
i just cant help
but think.
you're not even willing
to walk beside me.
sitting beside me
was a torture.i guess.
if it helps you.
i switch place with her alright.
if tht will make
you feel better.
mr faizal,all of a sudden
i feel like talking to you.
you made me feel better.
taling to you almost
made me cried
thankyou.
one day,
i'm just gona die.
idk why.
terry gave me bigger role now.
i feel honoured.
but stressed.
if i cant even live my normal
life well.
how do i know
if i can help others.
i really dk how.
i dont want to see anyone.
idk what to do.
i'm standing
on the edge of the clifff.
everyone does
is pushing me off it
or just standing there
waiting for me to fall.
i reallyreally dk
how to handle.
everytime i think
i can trust someone
at the end
i only come to realise
i cant.
and when i decide to
trust someone again.
the same cycle repeats.
gradually,
i lose trust&faith
in people.
idkidkidk.
i guess all my efforts
were for nth..

day by day,
i lose trust&faith
in our friendship.
sometimes,
i wish to close my eyes
i know i'm not a
good person.
maybe one day
just one day
some car would bang me down.

i've had enough,
of crying on the bus.
sick of everything

(7:29 PM)