Thursday, August 14, 2008
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I've downloaded all the emo-iest song I could've ever find. =(
Feeling empty, yet frustrated. Sometimes, when the frustrations build up, you just leave everything there and not even want to look at it. Initially, you do have high expectations of yourself, naively thinking that if whoever can do it, so can I, and it does help at times, but not this time round. It’s out. IEF.
I wonder if I’m really going to succumb to you that easily. I’ve never bowed down to any subjects before, no matter how it got into me. Back then, when so called friends around me said that don’t bother studying cos I would fail in the end, I got even more agitated by that. ._.
I kind of trudged through it, and yea, I admit that I did made myself proud and shut their mouth up. I love the look of disbelieve etched on their faces. It’s unforgettable.
However, in this game, you caught me, squarely in the face. Just amused that you’ve whispered the word “gotcha” into my ear, thankful that you’ve not back stabbed me. At least you get to see my shock and pain-filled face when that knife gets in.
You’re robbing me of my securities and even more seriously, my pride. I won’t let you sketch your signature E or even better, D on my result slip.
BUT, I’ve not fallen; I’ll still put up a good fight, and kick you this idiotic monster who made me so freaking upset and emo in the ass with my esplanade 19 bucks heels.
You have made it to here. I'm proud of you.
Posted at 12:12 AM