dreams. what ARE they?
Superfictional? Or are they futuristic, but realistic?
I dont know. ):
I want it to be real.
God. I thought I was over all the cos-of-results-emo snydrome.
But I'm wrong.
Till now, everytime I visit people's blogs and read about what they wrote about their achievements, and what class they want to go to and all that, it reminds me of the thing again and makes me sad ):
Reminds me of the fact that I havent broke the news to my parents,
and I dont know how to.
And that I see little hope and light in my future. ):
Reminds me that I suck.
That people who lost to me in the past now are high up there.
And im way DOWN there.
Makes me sad );
Then, I will go ahead and think of the fun times ahead. The so many wild and crazy things i intend to do.
But the negative side of me will then worry about the number of times I have to go back to school for cca, or for events which i hate. example--remedials. Or something like that. I'm actually scared of them.
Oh, it's raining now. Makes me sad. Makes me think of the day being ruined.
I'm having a sore throat. Makes me sad. 'Cos I can't sing.
ARGH. What's the matter with me?
I thought you would understand. How much I love you and need you.
for i've actually been trying to hide my strong want of being with you.
I dont think i can hold on much longer. iny.