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observation de vous;

observation de moi
on isolé tiennent le premier rôle
vous ne savez pas qui vous êtes
j'ai vous ai toujours aimé
mais vous avez pris mon amour pour accordé
parole au revoir

the 4 hearts

an almost perfect lady.

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i hate birthdays. espeacially my own. i mean, not that it wasn't a fun one or whatsoever. it's just the whole process of it. like the anticipation of THE DAY, THE DAY itself, and THE next DAY. the process is just so, emotionally charged in very very extreme ways that i cannot bring myself to go through. and the same routine happens every year. what i hate the most -- the birthday song. STUPID song. whoever invented it, i wish you hear it everyday that you get so bored of it you'll be regretting you ever invented it.

oh god. help me. i am so, so, so tired of going to school, so tired of school itself, so tired of looking forward to school. no, i'm afraid i'm one of those losers trying their best to pretend school's alright when it totally isn't. i'm really screwed here. i just don't think i'm suited for the whole creme da le creme bull. amongst all my years of schooling, i totally enjoyed myself most during my neighbourhood schooldays. and now its back to beating the beasts, the competition, the pressure, the stress. i am so mused with myself. to think that it was a dream school. well, dreams aren't supposed to come true; so WHY AM I HERE. and everyone else probably thinks i'm weird. because i'm supposed to be elated/grateful/appreciative blablabla that i'm actually in a singapore university! HAHAHA. ya? trust me, i'd trade places with anyone right now. honestly.

so much to do, yet here i am procrastinating. so much for the new year's resolution. some things just don't change. i'm dreading the thought of my dying happiness. and i feel so so so fatigue. it seems like my body's working but my soul's left. no energy for excitement. no one shares much excitement anymore. everyone's just having their own weird time. and so i'm slowly changing to become one of THEM -- like one of those elite people whom i feel have absolutely no common sense at all and are super alien to me.


drag me out of the cursed place before its too late.

p.s. melissa, the girl with no soul. no. i'm not emo. i'm just hating the whole world right now.

- everything's just temporary;
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