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24.9.08

Yesterday I wasn't feeling so well.
I just needed a little time off and so went to meet Belle at United Square.
I made Mom angry but in the end, God made everything work out.
It's cool how a simple SMS can be comforting. Thanks, Char :)
And suddenly I reminded myself to show them I don't need to be like them.
Hypocrites.

Mom said this to me before I went out:
You sure you're gonna study?
But when your results come out, they're like shit.

She actually called them shit.
What kind of mother are you?

And somehow it seemed to be over after both of us exchanged I Love Yous but now...
It's 6.02 PM and I'm hugging my guitar after playing Sophia by Nerina Pallot on it.
I've got a few hot spots of salty water on my left thigh.
My face feels twisted and my mind is deranged, as usual.
My throat is dry and my lips are too.
My heart is the heaviest of all my organs now (some of you might say it's my fat stomach but aye, no).

But hey Mom.
I admit.
I was wrong.
Sorry.

So if you're not moving on,
You can have the past,
& I'll keep the Change.