Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010 // 11:12 PM
Life sucks to the max. I've fell ill and it's only the third day of school today. I didn't go to school yesterday. Went home after band practice on Monday, vomiting, running a fever and went to sleep super early. Mummy was supposed to wake me up at 10 and apparently she didn't. I must really look damn sick. So nobody woke me up on Tuesday either. I slept till 10 and continued to sleep after lunch. I haven't felt so pig-ish for a long long time. Well, I suppose that's falling sick isn't it? Today feels the same. The bad headaches are back, at least. Maybe it's the migraines.
Today, went to school a bloody 0600. I woke up at 0530. It was really bad because I didn't sleep much last night, pig-ed too much during the day and can't sleep at night. Bleeding stupid, but yeah. Almost vomited after the breakfast, weird because I don't know why my tummy went mad since Sunday. It's still bad, I didn't eat much of lunch and didn't eat the sandwiches band provided for us. Bloated to the max. I don't even know why. I didn't eat a lot either. I'd been a naughty girl. I drank milk tea which caused me locked up in the toilet for an hour at least and running in and out of it. Finished some work, then went to hunt for black socks. I've only managed to find one bloody pair. I'm dead. I'm supposed to wear for Friday and Saturday. I'm washing them every night. I used to have three pairs. Die. I hope my body can withstand everything without dying off in the middle. Yeah, I haven't been fainting during band practice. I'm not telling you why. I'm clever. That's why. Heh.
This suck, the first day, it already happened. Even a teacher who barely knew what happened asked me why you treated me that way. Why you seem to hate me so much. I didn't know how to answer. I don't know what I've done wrong. I've always thought it was me being over-sensitive, but things are proving otherwise. Even someone, a stranger asked why. Even she noticed. If I've done something wrong, tell me. I'd apologise. Do you even know how painful this is for me? Don't pretend that you don't know me, 'cause that's the worst thing you can do. You don't know how much it's ripping me apart. My heart is already shattered into tiny pieces, are you only satisfied if they're torn into dust? Please. Talk to me. It's killing me.
PS. I wanna wake up from this dream. I wanna have my memory erased. It's too painful for me to live with. If it'll make you happier, I'd gladly disappear.
Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010 // 11:12 PM
Life sucks to the max. I've fell ill and it's only the third day of school today. I didn't go to school yesterday. Went home after band practice on Monday, vomiting, running a fever and went to sleep super early. Mummy was supposed to wake me up at 10 and apparently she didn't. I must really look damn sick. So nobody woke me up on Tuesday either. I slept till 10 and continued to sleep after lunch. I haven't felt so pig-ish for a long long time. Well, I suppose that's falling sick isn't it? Today feels the same. The bad headaches are back, at least. Maybe it's the migraines.
Today, went to school a bloody 0600. I woke up at 0530. It was really bad because I didn't sleep much last night, pig-ed too much during the day and can't sleep at night. Bleeding stupid, but yeah. Almost vomited after the breakfast, weird because I don't know why my tummy went mad since Sunday. It's still bad, I didn't eat much of lunch and didn't eat the sandwiches band provided for us. Bloated to the max. I don't even know why. I didn't eat a lot either. I'd been a naughty girl. I drank milk tea which caused me locked up in the toilet for an hour at least and running in and out of it. Finished some work, then went to hunt for black socks. I've only managed to find one bloody pair. I'm dead. I'm supposed to wear for Friday and Saturday. I'm washing them every night. I used to have three pairs. Die. I hope my body can withstand everything without dying off in the middle. Yeah, I haven't been fainting during band practice. I'm not telling you why. I'm clever. That's why. Heh.
This suck, the first day, it already happened. Even a teacher who barely knew what happened asked me why you treated me that way. Why you seem to hate me so much. I didn't know how to answer. I don't know what I've done wrong. I've always thought it was me being over-sensitive, but things are proving otherwise. Even someone, a stranger asked why. Even she noticed. If I've done something wrong, tell me. I'd apologise. Do you even know how painful this is for me? Don't pretend that you don't know me, 'cause that's the worst thing you can do. You don't know how much it's ripping me apart. My heart is already shattered into tiny pieces, are you only satisfied if they're torn into dust? Please. Talk to me. It's killing me.
PS. I wanna wake up from this dream. I wanna have my memory erased. It's too painful for me to live with. If it'll make you happier, I'd gladly disappear.
grew up in a small town,
and when the rain would fall down. i'd just stare out my window.
Hi, my name is MELISSALOKQIANHUI.
I’m currently in BOWEN secondary school, in an awesome class 3e2/4e2
I’m a part of the Bowen Military Band
That’s all you need to know, really.
