Friday, March 30, 2007

-rantings of a crazy girl.-

Geez, if any other teacher walks in and starts complaining about us being a slow, mei jia jiao tail-end express class, I am going to go to the D&T lab, grab the tiny saw thing and start sawing him/her into tiny little pieces. And then I'll take those little pieces and throw them out the window into the pond for the fishes to eat. I'm dead serious.

I mean, fine, so we're not the sharpest tools in the shed. That doesn't mean we're stupid, or that our 'mother never teach'.

Ohh, and I've never been so misled in my life. I mean, sheesh. You'd think I would have gotten it earlier, but no. I had continued being almost impossibly clueless, and still am. Sometimes I think it's not worth it. Maybe it's better to wipe the slate clean. But if you ever knew how much memories are in that particular slate, and how much they meant, you wouldn't either.

Ohwell.


I still live off your smile.
I still breathe off your presence.

I guess all I'm trying to say is that I still love you.

But then I dont know what the fuck I'm supposed to have done wrong.

it's a mess.


| so spoken! @ 6:52 PM|

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