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Cheryl Low

' Eighteen.
' Clarinetist.
' NYJCian
' 08th Nov '91

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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
i cant help it but feeling so helpless and disappointed.
in the very first place, do you even know that this week is my mid-term examinations?
do you even know for the fact that i'm indeed very,very stressed up?
i didn't say, so you didnt know.
the fact that i didnt want to say is that i know that you'll be worried,
but since you cant help me too, i chose not to say.

you chided me for not opening up to you in the past,
but after umpteen attempts where the things that i opened up are made dismissive from you,
what's the purpose of continuing?

where your words and actions doesnt tally.
how am i supposed to know when to trust the stuffs coming from you?
when you do comparisons, ever thought if you were in my shoes?
ever thought that if i were the ones comparing you with others?

i never once, never once thought that it's wise to tell others about such stuffs.
but i doubt you think the same way as i do.
it is times like that when i find that my efforts are really not appreciated.
my should my mind be occupied with such problems when i'm doing my maths mid-term today?
and why should YOU be the reason why i'm so distress?
shouldnt you be the one whom i can lean on for support?
yet why do you seem to be the huge burden on my shoulders, causing me to lose my balance?

for all the things that you said in the past,
everything was overturned in a minute.




it's no longer a shelter here.


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