When I bathe, I think about alot of things. And I thought about super emo things today...
I wondered if my friends reallie cared? Like did they ever thought what they did would have that effect on me? I looked through the pictures and saw myself smiling. Was I reallie happy? Or did I smile just to make them feel better?

Could it have worked out perfectly as I wanted or rather subconsciously expected it to be? Or was it planned to fail right from the beginning? Then why God? Why me? Why could they have that pretty memory while mine was scarred? Then I remembered her crying over it, and I thought to myself "oh gosh, get over it lah... how bad could it have been?" and then it happened to me. And I guess I fully understood it now. Made me think why couldn't I have been more sympathetic...

And the way you acted, could u have at least spared a thought about how I felt rather than telling me to move on and all? THen again, I would probably have acted the same way as you. Being the apathetic person I am. But why aren't I being indifferent about this situation? Yet I've seemingly developed a phobia towards it. And the way you guys speak of it so openly in front of me made me feel like I was the guinea pig. Like lets try to see if that would work out... Well if that didn't we could do something else for ours... That just made me feel like crap. I noe it's not true, but it just made me feel that way. No idea why I'm like overly sensitive.

I guess I somewhat expected more? Something reallie cool, spectacular... And when it totally flopped, I guess it brought me down, right down into the pits.

Oh well. It's over now, isn't it? Aye. Lord, help me get over it please... Humble me Lord. Stop me from thinking that I should expect more because I don't. I'd rather not keep thinking about as if it were to change. But let it be a memory of the past. Better still, if I were to just forget it totally. Aye.

And just when I felt like no one cared ... GUess what happened when I came out of the bathroom after my emo session?? HAha.
My beloved room mate made my bed for meee! Oh gosh. So sweet lah. Thanks tree! :) I guess someone cares after all huh? :))
Sometimes it just takes one kind act and it makes ur day/erm.. night!

Ok, I'm still feeling emo. I guess it'd take time huh... Oh well.

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