im so tired from crying, today.
cried so much after GP, cried again after art.
what can i say, im very sorry, so sorry to Miss Choo who believed so much in me no one else had ever done so. she believed that i am capable or writing good english, proper english, and ive always seen how she gives me sympathy marks telling me i deserve it but i do know i dont.
im sorry, that ive let you down that i feel as if, all your hopes on me were wasted ever since that distinctive disappointment in your voice when i told you i picked art over lit but you always said to follow my heart. and now i dont know what to do to say.
and im sorry, miss kee that you placed so much hope in me that when you said, what happened, shaoning i was expecting a brilliant art review essay from you what happened, i just broke down and cried because i hate to disappoint cant you see.
and thank you, for all your sympathy marks for the CA that i could make my B grade, but its nowhere quite good enough i do know my full capacity to attain the A and that. that is why my liquified saline bitter disappointedment and hating this wreck this shell.
you could have it so much better, runs that Franz Ferdinand song and yes. it is so, isnt it.
and well thank you. thanks so much for calling me 3 times trying to ask whats wrong and coming all the way to school just so you'd be able to mop up my tears beyond the mobile.
thank you, even though i refused to see you let you see me in full weakness so tired of crying.
and thank you, too for waiting outside de toilet since you cant go in telling me you're concerned cos it means This Much to me and just walking with me, sitting with me to cheer me up.
and then you have to go turning tables on me dont just leave like that please or at least pick up my calls i called you so many times, i msged and you just pulled one on me.
what do you expect me to say, to think, then that you'd share my troubles yet lock yours away.
because we're on the Ferris Wheel cant you see people in different seats would get along well but they'd never reach the other.
was so tired, so tired of crying, of lowly emptiness, of apparent God-lessness. if only, if only i could sleep it all away i would.
dont give me your apologies tml, after its all ended. because i dont need them , i dont want them. you'd just do that thing you do, once again.
cried so much after GP, cried again after art.
what can i say, im very sorry, so sorry to Miss Choo who believed so much in me no one else had ever done so. she believed that i am capable or writing good english, proper english, and ive always seen how she gives me sympathy marks telling me i deserve it but i do know i dont.
im sorry, that ive let you down that i feel as if, all your hopes on me were wasted ever since that distinctive disappointment in your voice when i told you i picked art over lit but you always said to follow my heart. and now i dont know what to do to say.
and im sorry, miss kee that you placed so much hope in me that when you said, what happened, shaoning i was expecting a brilliant art review essay from you what happened, i just broke down and cried because i hate to disappoint cant you see.
and thank you, for all your sympathy marks for the CA that i could make my B grade, but its nowhere quite good enough i do know my full capacity to attain the A and that. that is why my liquified saline bitter disappointedment and hating this wreck this shell.
you could have it so much better, runs that Franz Ferdinand song and yes. it is so, isnt it.
and well thank you. thanks so much for calling me 3 times trying to ask whats wrong and coming all the way to school just so you'd be able to mop up my tears beyond the mobile.
thank you, even though i refused to see you let you see me in full weakness so tired of crying.
and thank you, too for waiting outside de toilet since you cant go in telling me you're concerned cos it means This Much to me and just walking with me, sitting with me to cheer me up.
and then you have to go turning tables on me dont just leave like that please or at least pick up my calls i called you so many times, i msged and you just pulled one on me.
what do you expect me to say, to think, then that you'd share my troubles yet lock yours away.
because we're on the Ferris Wheel cant you see people in different seats would get along well but they'd never reach the other.
was so tired, so tired of crying, of lowly emptiness, of apparent God-lessness. if only, if only i could sleep it all away i would.
dont give me your apologies tml, after its all ended. because i dont need them , i dont want them. you'd just do that thing you do, once again.
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