shit seems to be my fave word nowadays.
here i am; blogging. will be leaving in approximately 17hours from now. it feels as if life's coming to a standstill. i thought that i wont feel as bad as i did when i first left but i'm wrong. as a matter-of-fact, it feels as if my whole life's just hanging by a thread. it's crashing.
i've been getting some many 'goodbye' msgs now. to be honest, i hope the plane just disappears from the airport and then there'll be an announcement saying there'll be a 3-month delay so i can skip the whole bloody summer term. what's making things worse are friends over there in ipc asking me when i'll be back. it's like a two-way thing. and it's just adding spice into my feelings. shit why do i have to be so caught up?
my bags are packed but when i look at them, i feel like throwing them so far i'll never see them again. why do i have to go so far? more like why does it bloody take days to friggin reach home from nz? i'm talking taking 32hrs to get from ipc to singapore. how much more shitty can things get? one part of me wants to be there and the other part of me wants to be here. i'm torn in between. i bet many of u guys out there will go like "and yet another stupid blabber from melissa" after reading this blog. just wait till u get in my position and then speak for yourself.
i have a feeling i'm gonna lecture to nobody in my blog if i keep typing. i better shoo myself off. but i need to conclude something. when things go so bad and there aint nothing you can do about it, just take a deep breath and say SHIT then pull a 'i-dont-care' sort of face just like what i do. why? because there's no point saying anything!
here i am; blogging. will be leaving in approximately 17hours from now. it feels as if life's coming to a standstill. i thought that i wont feel as bad as i did when i first left but i'm wrong. as a matter-of-fact, it feels as if my whole life's just hanging by a thread. it's crashing.
i've been getting some many 'goodbye' msgs now. to be honest, i hope the plane just disappears from the airport and then there'll be an announcement saying there'll be a 3-month delay so i can skip the whole bloody summer term. what's making things worse are friends over there in ipc asking me when i'll be back. it's like a two-way thing. and it's just adding spice into my feelings. shit why do i have to be so caught up?
my bags are packed but when i look at them, i feel like throwing them so far i'll never see them again. why do i have to go so far? more like why does it bloody take days to friggin reach home from nz? i'm talking taking 32hrs to get from ipc to singapore. how much more shitty can things get? one part of me wants to be there and the other part of me wants to be here. i'm torn in between. i bet many of u guys out there will go like "and yet another stupid blabber from melissa" after reading this blog. just wait till u get in my position and then speak for yourself.
i have a feeling i'm gonna lecture to nobody in my blog if i keep typing. i better shoo myself off. but i need to conclude something. when things go so bad and there aint nothing you can do about it, just take a deep breath and say SHIT then pull a 'i-dont-care' sort of face just like what i do. why? because there's no point saying anything!
1 stalkers:
agree with wat u say...i mean the last paragraph..haha
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