I'm so gonna fail my mathematics. I don't even understand what the fuck the question was asking. Actually, Nobody does, I've asked around. Dear maths teacher, must you always give algebra questions ? Like seriously, and there's not enough time to finish it. grrr. I hate maths, I'm so not gonna take POA(principles of account) next year. I got a feeling that I might retain this year. Oh God please help me. I don't know what to do with my relationship. I never wanted to quarrel. I never had the intentions to flirt and lie. I just don't understand, and is very confused. Mixture of feelings, adding a little tears, the perfect ingredients for a heartbreak. Ouch. I hate this. I never wanted to let go. It isn't that easy to. I'm not prepared, mentally. I know I'm not wanted anymore. Just let me hold onto a little while more and I promised to let you go completely. I need a saint to cure me. I'm so gonna chop off my hair. To forget you. Wait for day to come. October the 13th, it's gonna be one year soon after the police case we had last year. After 13th, I'm free. I'm able to do anything again. Shall end now. Good night my dear readers. Thankyou for reading.
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