theweek;

theweeksuckslikehell,

i hate school.
i hate hate school.
i hate hate hate school.

imisslife.
imisshnin,
imisseveryboddyyy.
life sucks.

staying on th netball team to help.
when i know whatever i do,
nobody ever appreciate.

why did i even cry last nite,
i have no idea.
whatever i do, you're not happy.
whenever i try, you're not pleased.
when i don't do anything, you speak behind my back.

you may think idk it, but i know it.
i'm not that dumb.

i reallly lack of confidence.
i don't wanna speak up anymore.
if you think i'm that annoying pest of a girl,
tell me and i'll get lost by myself
thanks.

i don't wanna stay active,
and get hurt by your antics.

once hurt, th next i wouldn't be so silly.

zhi mou ze qing.

dang ren de, ru guo bu zao gu zhi ji, tian huang di mie.

i used to believe in you,
i used to treat you as a fren,
i have nth else to say.

i loved you
i got hurt
not once,
not twice,
but thrice.
this is th third year.
it's alr the third time.
my last try.
if you still dun tell me your intention.
i'll give up.

i cried over you.
i tried to give up,
but i couldn't.
it hurts,
you know?
so badly.
to know that i am craving for you.
to see your smile.
to talk to you.
to eye-talk.
to know that you could never be mine.
it wasn't meant to be.
there's a option for you to reject me directly.
you didn't.
you can tell me that you want her,
and i'll tell you straight to th face, leave me alone.

i'm tired of this.
veryvery tired.
exhausted.
to the brink of breaking down, crying
ya' know?
you don't.
you always admit that you don't know anything,
then why in the first fucking place,
make me fall for you?
make me fall in love for you?
why.

...
i guess i'll never get a answer.

i told jerald once,
without a guy i can survive,
i jolly well can.
i jolly well can move on.
i jolly well can get over you.
i jolly well don't need a guy.
i don't need.

why does,
my heart still pines for you?
why does,
it still hurts.
why does,
it still pities you.
why does,
i can't ignore your existance?
why.

i forgot how to smile already.
every thing i do seems so fake.
so much that i'm tired of it.
smile,

S: mirk
M:iss
I:ntelligent
L:iar
E:verytime

it doesn't means much to you.
my heart,
does it?
i don't think so.
judging from how i gave it to you and you broke it countless times.
ya' know what.
it's th last time.

tired of school.
sick and tired of it.

i need to destress,
hugging my teddy which i have been taking since i was 3 years old doesn't help.

it's going to be your birthday soon,
oh,
i donno what to do.
what will suffice,
what will help.

looking forwardd to sec4 graduation.
whether i will cry,
or smile.

faking a smile hurts,
hurts,
damn badly.

birthday.
zero prezzies,
got used to it =)