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if it's that bad, it's ok to cry

Tuesday, April 29, 2008 6:41 PM


john said that line.i love it.

math was ok.nothing special?

pe guys played soccer.we played touch rugby+soccer.then the ball hit my face.then it's natural for the eye to tear since it hit the nose.and i lost it from there.just started sobbing till recess was over.i hate myself for that.break downs suck.those who thought i was crying because of the ball hit my face,please not it's not because of the game i cried.

cheng yee,bi xia,hui yee,pei jun and biaojin tried comforting me.ok it didn't work anyway.

art was alright.shading.

science we went through practice paper.i'm gonna work extra hard.i'm not gonna do badly again.

english.trixie wasn't here AGAIN.so mr jason came to give us our test.grammar was so easy.but the editting was a killer.i didn't know we could look for extra points!i found like 18 out of the 15 needed.i have errors already.oh no..

jun xi was so cute.take deodorant and spray on people.he sneaked up on wen jie and sprayed him.then wen jie was sniffing himself.haha

read some interesting stuff with lene!hahaha i feel like writing a story.let me think.

he sat on the wooden bench in lexington park, tapping his foot to the beat of the music playing from his ipod.'Rich Girls' by the Virgins were audible through the headphones.he was wearing a black everlast hoodie and faded blue levis red tab jeans.it was already dark but he did not leave,he needed to be alone,away from everything,running away from everything.he couldn't face her again,nor could he face his life again.he self conciously touched the metal ring around his finger,looking down at the engraved 'a+l'. he took it out and stuffed it into his pocket,he couldn't face the ring again.he buried his face in his hands, thinking about everything that happened.he flicked away a tear and closed his eyes,listening to the music,enjoying the breeze blowing around him, forgetting everything as he nodded asleep, slowly running away as the night got later.he never wanted to wake up again.

what's wrong with me?can't i write happy stuff?!

bye!


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I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
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