This year I lost the Floral Art competition.
It kinda feels like the character in Amanda's book 'Finding Cassie Crazy' who got a 42/100 for her history test.
I'm gonna start writing letters to Belle and exchanging our addresses once she replies me on MSN.
This week has been going downhill.
I don't know about my grades but people do seem to get extreme mood swings.
Mood swings that successfully kick off the entire anger chain and it's just acceptable about how it seems to break people easily.
It's like a wildfire; it spreads so quickly you don't even know what hit you.
And fucked up situations like sitting at your own familiar table yet everyone just doesn't really appreciate you that much anymore.
*Belle replied*
And my Mom who really brought me down because I lost. I don't know how come I ain't strong enough to shrug shitty comments off my shoulders. They just keep hanging around in my head until I cry and get my bolster, my pillow, my worksheets - anything I can get my head to lie upon- wet.
*Belle says we should start a letter book together*
I really miss Sydney. And I miss him. Because he only comes online at 10 plus.
I have Damien Rice on Itunes with me right now and he makes me feel... nuts.
How come people always talk and sing so much when they miss someone.
Don't they ever know that somehow words and lyrics get stuck in another person's head who is apparently experiencing the same shit?
How come we all keep expressing these kinda feelings; like pouring them out when they're all gonna come back again.
Melancholia, eh.
Oh how it chokes.

sydsydsydsydsydsydsyd
I wanna name my girl Melbourne,
But I've decided on Ariel
It means Lion of God, not the Little Mer(whatever)maid.

Love,
Li Ling

This year I lost the Floral Art competition.
It kinda feels like the character in Amanda's book 'Finding Cassie Crazy' who got a 42/100 for her history test.
I'm gonna start writing letters to Belle and exchanging our addresses once she replies me on MSN.
This week has been going downhill.
I don't know about my grades but people do seem to get extreme mood swings.
Mood swings that successfully kick off the entire anger chain and it's just acceptable about how it seems to break people easily.
It's like a wildfire; it spreads so quickly you don't even know what hit you.
And fucked up situations like sitting at your own familiar table yet everyone just doesn't really appreciate you that much anymore.
*Belle replied*
And my Mom who really brought me down because I lost. I don't know how come I ain't strong enough to shrug shitty comments off my shoulders. They just keep hanging around in my head until I cry and get my bolster, my pillow, my worksheets - anything I can get my head to lie upon- wet.
*Belle says we should start a letter book together*
I really miss Sydney. And I miss him. Because he only comes online at 10 plus.
I have Damien Rice on Itunes with me right now and he makes me feel... nuts.
How come people always talk and sing so much when they miss someone.
Don't they ever know that somehow words and lyrics get stuck in another person's head who is apparently experiencing the same shit?
How come we all keep expressing these kinda feelings; like pouring them out when they're all gonna come back again.
Melancholia, eh.
Oh how it chokes.

sydsydsydsydsydsydsyd
I wanna name my girl Melbourne,
But I've decided on Ariel
It means Lion of God, not the Little Mer(whatever)maid.

Love,
Li Ling