White elephant
Thursday, 8 October 2009 // 17:55
I hate your perfect smile
I hate your perfect teeth
I hate that your the only one who can look at me and see what's beneath
I hate it when your hair looks great
I hate when I see you out on dates
I hate the way you make me feel like you're the only one that's real
I hate it when you ostracize me
Even worse when you make me feel guilty
For thinking secret thoughts of you that your girlfriends would never let me do
I hate it when you're mean
I hate that I can't be your dream
I hate that no matter how hard I try you always make me want to die
I hate that she has taken you away
And there's no longer a reason to be here today
I hate that you have caused me to cut but I mostly hate that I can never truly hate you, no matter what
x
ants are dying
p.s: it's not nobody.
(edit)
Dad bought me a black PSP cover yesterday. But it was not the one I expected it would be. It's not leather. It's using zip rather than magnet and it's slanted to one side. Bad quality.
School was normal today. Except for me and Zhi Hao quarreling, the drama that my group had done and Chanel (senior) coming to my class to give me the Guides unit tee, everything was normal... When acting, it's not even acting. We're just reading. :/ Not much actions. Not interesting. Only a few funny parts; not like Jia Jie's group. Not appropriate. Not loud. ._. And I'm "Mum".
... During history, my attention was dragged away. I copied notes blindly, I didn't even understand them. Hui Ting kept thinking that I know it all. But I'm just another ordinary student that is stupid and good at drawing cartoons.
I hate Zhi Hao. He hit my head for no reasons? And his strength was SO DAMN FUCKING HARD, I hit him back, he hit me again. I hit him again, he hit me back. Once, he tried to punch me to see the 'wind' that his attack made. My fringe flew up. ._. It still hurts now. -'- Boys suck. Boys suck. Boys suck. Boys suck. Boys suck. If he had a girlfriend, I bet the girlfriend would just be another boxing sandbag.
Priscilla went home herself. You Ping, Felicia and I played 'fruit memory game' while walking back home. Not 'Simon Says' because it's raining.
Disappointment.
Labels: friends, rants, school, thoughts
