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colours never lie
♥Thursday, June 7, 2007


So I thought I had a bad enough day at work.
Turns out, my day wasn't so bad, yet.

I did badly for the exams this time.
And even though I'm feeling lousy about it, I have to go through more turmoil, from my mother.

I'm sorry I'm such a failure.
I'm sorry I can't be as outstanding as you want me to.

Sometimes, life gets a tad too tiring.
I wish I had a little more courage to bring myself across the railings.

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Thank you dear.
Thank you for listening to me cry, putting up with my irrational talk, knocking sense into me, and telling me, that you'll love me no matter what.

Thank you Nat.
Thank you for the ecard you sent me, and the sms you texted. Thank you for telling me that I'm a friend dear to you and you love me. I love you too.

Thank you Kate, Shu, Bish, Deb, JW, yc.
Thank you for offering consolation and trying to make me feel better.

My birthday is coming, and while I'm anticipating it, I wish the school had given me a better present instead.


Life gets really tiring.



Cookies and cream, Regi @10:42 PM