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Thursday, May 03, 2007 || 8:21 PM
How problematic. It's another sad day.
Got really fed up with some people from my class. I see no reason to do good to others, while people simply take all these benefits and walk away without doing anything in return. It's not fair, seriously. In fact, why should I bother doing anything good? Why should I care about your feelings? I could have said something in rebuttal and ruin your day. But no, I chose to shut up. Why? Because I care. But since nobody cares, I shouldn't either. It's a fair trade.
Too much pent-up frustrations inside me today, I came close to tears 3 times again by the end of Chinese. And I can't believe I never spoke much during break today. Even Rhoda went worried. Told me to let it out if I couldn't take it. That was when my life reached an all-time low.
That bubble inside me containing all my thoughts finally burst during Literature, my free period. Cried to myself in some corner of VJC. And nobody knew. I have never cried this hard to myself ever since the end of last year, where I vented my troubles on Miss Fong. Maybe it's time.
Didn't wish to speak much for the rest of the day. Even French seemed quite bearable with this kind of mood.
My thoughts...will continue to linger forever. That would, no doubt, cause a nightmare tonight.
No one can heal the wounds that have scarred me in the past.
No one can ever replace my sorrows with anything else.
I did my best, hoping to see a better tomorrow.
But in the end, I just dread to wake up every single day.
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