The more I think, the more I want to cry.
♥Friday, September 28, 2007.
Hey. (: So we had our first papers today. Guess you can tell the outcome from the title of my post. ): Oh well, behind that facade of optimism, I guess I just can't help but feel like crying. ): To be frank, I really think I screwed up that two papers. >< Serious. I have never been good at writing. Like, seriously. It's even a torture to try to churn out something that is actually readable.
Angsty part ahead. Warning. Grah. Hate that way you looked at me. I failed your expectations most of the time, but I rather you did not respond that way. I wished I just left without even seeing you. You're like, the last person I would want to see after that. I tried to be optimistic, but you always..ALWAYS have to drag me down. I truly hope I don't see you again next year. I know you're trying to help, but I guess I can't understand your logic, eh? Angsty part over. (:
Anyway, I shall go and relax now, remain pessimistic and sulk. ): Bye.
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