Very random pictures that blogger always refuses to post.
Lets just say, we've never met.
I won't speak to you.
I won't be friends with you.
I won't go your house, We won't go out.
You won't go my house, We won't play o2jam together.
There won't be regulars. There won't be X-Bloggers.
There won't be shared interests in kingdom hearts & x-men.
We won't have stayovers, outings, movies.
We won't be self-claimed pals.
You won't be as happy then but not as much now.
You won't pinch me back when I pinch your side.
We won't go to work together during the holidays. We won't have a class forum.
We won't have a classforum. We won't have favourite numbers.
We won't have laughs nor smiles.
We won't have hugs.
We won't have what we are now.
We won't be ex-best friends and current classmates.
I won't have tried talking to you while you won't talk to me.
I won't feel so confused over you feeling cold to me.
We won't be avoiding each other.
You would still be quiet while I would be what I would be.
We won't become so overstressed over what we are now.
We won't be so awkward to celebrate each other's birthdays.
I won't think about everything I've been through with you.
I won't recognize how much you meant to me.
You won't be so annoyed or irritated by my presence.
We won't be so tired.
I won't reminiscence & cry. I won't remember anything.
I won't have this post & every other posts that included you.
I won't have this blog.
I won't be thinking hard right now & hope you'll see every bit of this.
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Today.
I think I was the slackiest the whole week today. Cousins came over & we had mahjiong & ratatouile & darn load of silliness. I didn't even finish the social studies questions I made myself to finish today.
& I missed the study group, feeling super guilty for it now.
Haha.
This laugh is so fake.
Everyone is crying & feeling so stressed up. I don't think I'm going to start the whine on how sickening olevels are & that I don't want it to come & how I hope it'd go away.
I suddenly have the urge to overchange. To overcome whatever that I'm feeling inside.
It weighs even further whenever I see remnants of it everywhere. It's like being in a simulation. & that everything that's happening is what makes anything inside you feels narrower. I'm losing jieting. I'm losing jill.
I feel like I'm losing the world.
How I wish I can be impervious of it.
How wise
Playing an acoustic song
You're feeling the weight escaping
Your lips are moving to the grievance
Playing an acoustic song
Playing a part of yourself
Hoping that the audience would understand
Crying an acoustic song
Letting go
Of
Memories
Playing an acoustic song
It's like rechaining
Bits of everything you had
To everything that's not
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enjoy.
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