twisted

this post is about regrets.

last night i kept calling you. i kept crying for joel, but he didn't answer me. so i talked to myself. i was looking out of my window, and for a while i thought that if i flew out of the window i could find joel again.

i had the malay food stall for recess today, and you had the one beside it. i think h3 maths is simply too difficult for me. i didn't complete the tutorial that i had to hand in. so i think i should just quit h3. why wouldn't you even say 'hi' when you walked past me during your lunch break?

physics practical was easy, but i plotted the wrong graph. no worries, i manipulated the equation so that i didn't have to redraw the graph. we left class even before mr sze released us. what is it going to take for you to know that i still like you, that i'm still so hurt by what you said?

i overslept on the train home again. even diamonds turn into graphite after long enough. God bless his parents, but he's a bastard.

let's jump together.