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Self-centred bitch, Me.
♥ Wednesday, May 02, 2007 23:40

From today onwards, I'm gonna stop complaining about school because it's getting on my nerves whenever I do so.
Honestly, I'm fine with the many many things I hated in Year One.
The only one issue I have is the inconsistency of my feelings towards my friends.
After reading an email today, I finally realised the cause of everything I felt.
I'm just darn STUPID.

To myfriendwhodancedpeculiarlytoSuperStar, I feel bad because there're times when I get irritated with you due to certain insecurities I suffer from.
The bonding sessions we had during the earlier days of our freshmen year are missed.
I'm just not suited for a big group (anything above 5).
Sincere apology here. SORRY

To 98**775*, the next time I complain about the same thing over and over again, you've to knock my head if we're physically together, if not just shut me up.
I just need to get things work out for me.
I want a va-va-boom year 3.
My final year!