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Monday, December 17, 2007
This is what you showed me


Run, run on.


I think I know why I don't want to pack for HK. Because when I do pack and when I do go, the day after I come back I'll have to go back to school and face another dreaded year. Another dreaded year filled with ridicule and insecurity. And maybe the possible chance of being friendless. Or something. I don't know. I miss the stability of primary school. Nope, I don't miss Ngee Ann itself. I only miss the company I had there. Yesterday while walking back with Jo I realise I miss having somebody to talk to me like we do. When school starts we all ahve to return to our lives and therefore I won't get to see her as often. And what's worse is that she's moving soon. Okay, not that soon, but soon. And therefore I won't get to go and hang around her house and everything. Depressing thought.

I think secondary school life is more stressful not in academics but more of socializing. Agh, Jo you'd get what I mean; it was all we talked about last night. God. I hate this. You know. Ugh. I'm desperately hoping Dad gets an offer to work in Canada. And we all go move there. Or something.

Depressing thoughts. And what AS said yesterday did hurt me. I think she didn't mean to. But yes, it did. I want to go to NYC and study or something. And get like, a student flat. But I think Mom's only going to allow me to study overseas when I turn like 18 or something. God. The future looks so bleak ):
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