aha. finally the start of my blog.
i really didnt want to continue blogging this year but..really alot of things to rant about. like friends who arent exactly what i'd call true friends. results that i wouldnt call real results either.
If real is relative, then the unreal is relative, so are the many possibilities of something being true and fake.
mrs koh: you are an excellent student but you miss out on all the fine details. Your presentation is not good. solution? Pay more attention in class, try not to sleep.
how cantankerous can life be? at times i feel that i'm at my limits, whether it'd be on pleasing a friend, a teacher, or doing everything i can but not getting what i really want.
I'm really at my limits. with how i can tolerate a person's unruly behaviour, of how someone really important to me suddenly chose to be closer to someone that i feel is important to me, but really saddens me with the fact that he who has known me for ages chooses to ignore/not associate himself with me.
and how people at cca can talk about each other in a roundabout way. how people can give each other the cold shoulder then suddenly become really good friends again.
Either i'm missing on so much in life that i cant catch up with such audacities or..
there's just something so wrong about everything. you know, like how people can just scream FML.?
if i could start my life over, i would. i'm getting so frustrated in not being able to pen down all my aggreviation and exasperation. it just cant be put into words that would be understandable to a reader, let alone..myself.
This is God's test, to undermine my weaknesses and ruthlessly expose me to the cold, terrifying reality. Perhaps God has an answer, because i'm slowly starting to just give up.
God, i make a prayer in your most holy name, amen. To love the purity of the world and to spread your will of goodness and forgiveness. Please teach me to forgive and forgive me for saying this but, sometimes..
i really wish someone would be there for me.
i feel like a sunflower in a barren field.
God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God, God.
this wouldnt be credible to the understatement of my exasperation, filth, fright and sadness. the whole world has been screaming
I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH. in my face.
i'm naked, running but i cant complete this race alone.
