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hmm sounds rather not bad...
exams are over.
the holidays are just round the corner.
this super duper ultra extended long weekend, many things have happened. i have decided to pick up my books again...it's been so long since i have really enjoyed myself in the world of fantasy, adventure and mystery. yepp and i went to bishan library.
it was lovely and new, and there were many ppl there. lots of books, but not enough. didn't have the variety i expected, but well, good enough i suppose. borrowed even more books for the hols. but i feel that the holidays are very empty. i always do. it's like i have nothing to do, no school, no cca, no nothing. i don't really mind it, but i miss having nothing to work towards. perhaps just reading and more reading.
i love reading.
i wanted to forget her, but i decided to stop escaping it and to face it. i guess perhaps, she wanted to forget me too, like i did. she's still the same, yet changed, perhaps. my fault? perhaps. but deep down it was everyone's fault really. u can't blame anyone exactly.
i made the right choice. i should face it and acknowledge it, and not just forget everything. this may have been a blessing in disguise, though i really want to know what the blessing is. i can think of a few, but it doesn't seem enough for this to have happened. i shall never forget this. i want and don't want to forget, but what can i do?
no. don't forget. don't ever do. if you do, you are a coward just escaping from the truth.
isn't that who i have always been?
tears.
sometimes u think tears come and go, and that's the end of that. you chuck it to the back of your mind and think about it perhaps, but no more tears. i thought that. i was wrong. once the eoys are over, once i could have my mind capacity free again from the numbing routine of study study study, i thought. i dreamt, and i thought. and tears came again.
why?
because i realise how much i hated it, how much i hated that, then how cowardly i was. there's a good side to everyone, but also a bad side. i must say that it's so easy to succumb to the bad side. to hate them. to hate her. to hate myself.
hate.
why hate? hate leads to anger, and anger just leads to more hate. isit worth it?
tell my brain to stop hating. it's impossible, impossible, impossible. when you can't stand it anymore, you just do what your eyes always do. pleurer.
i realised i can type up to 90 words per minute! im so pro right? and i actually did not too badly for french killer eoy! i couldn't believe it and i was like muttering c'est impossible as i looked down the marks for each section. and i actually passed the redaction! i didn't noe the format of letter writing, and i didn't even finish it! gosh. c'est impossible. mais c'est vrai. je suis contente.
i find myself getting more and more rebellious. due to the hate. i indeed, finally have run out of patience. told you my weakness is impatience. i couldn't tolerate it, and i burst. i exploded, and hurt everyone around me, including myself. in a way, im like a suicide bomber, who instead of achieving her goals, have ended up bombing herself only. the others are all running to safe distance and shooting at me now. hate comes to nothing i guess.
but i couldn't take it. i take different stands, different points of view, different ways of tackling it, but i got shot down all the same. sometimes it feels like a battlefield, a war that i can never win, a war that im alone in. but there's an even more vicious battle i must win before i can win anything else, and that is the battle within. it is a raging, fiery battle of which the consequences would be the loss of my sanity and mind. either way i doubt i would be able to win and conquer, perhaps till my dying day.
i find myself playing the word death much too easily. like it means nothing. yet it means everything. how can i play with such a word like that? it's awful. but i still do it. doesn't that mean im awful then?
when you are at a loss of what to do, what to do? i can only take comfort in the sole source of enjoyment i have now...my books. but even that is so easy to be taken away from. i think the problem is indeed with me. if others can tolerate and keep their mouth shut, i should continue to be able to do so. just shut up and keep quiet. being rebellious has no use, it only inflicts more harm and while they know that you have a mind of your own, it doesn't help that they hates that fact.
perhaps i should have been born stupid and ignorant. in a place where there is no competition and it's ok to be just yourself. perhaps if i never knew the existence of suffering, of enjoyment, of anything at all, i would be able to be content with what i have.
stop taking things for granted. everything you have outweighs what you don't. no that's not true. just be grateful for what you have now and stop being greedy. i can't help it i am a greedy and selfish person. not to mention lazy, impatient and has a fiery temper. i need control and tolerance.
the source of the problem leads back to decades ago. there's nothing i can do now. live on, and live my life to the happiest. i doubt i will be able to do that. i want music. indluge in music and books, and forget about the truth. forget about the world and forget about everything. but it's no use to deceive yourself.
no use.
p.s. i am not depressed or what. just been thinking loads these days. too much time to think so thinking too much i guess. it's not against the law to think right? it better not be anyway. that's y being stupid and ignorant would spare all these trouble. sometimes i just think too much into things. just call me stupid crazy and lazy. right you win, i lose. doesn't that make everyone happy? a simple word sorry solves everything, yet it's so difficult to say it. to someone who speaks it like drinking water, the word carries no meaning anymore. yet if it makes everyone happy, why not? right you win, i lose.




