# 156;

i'm practically invisible.
i can leave school for a week and nobody would give a damn about what happened to me.
i could migrate to another country and life in school would be exactly the same.
even in "the happiest part of school life" [for me, anyway], i'm invisible.
nobody gives a damn about me.
except a few people. like, 2, 3?
i'm not even important to anyone damn it.
its making me feel like some insignificant floor board.
[hell, you can tell from how many people read this blog and actually care enough to tag =.=]

i need a distraction.
someone else that will stop me from chasing after someone who's practically impossible, someone who doesn't even talk to me.
its unhealthy.

we had performance today and quite a few people thought it was failed.
interaction was ...
we wrote our names with our butts.
luckily it was only the first name.
or else i would die.
"L...A...U...R...A...Y...S...E...T...T...A...M...E...N...D...O...Z...A...R...A...Q...U...E...P...O..."
everyone would like, go buy a drink while i'm doing it.
took bus 29 home with joycelyn.
discovered that alot of trombones live in tampines wtf.
like, everyone except a few?
and pamela lives across the road from me.
joycelyn is one bus stop before.
we talked about stuff.
i'm such a nice senior. make friends with my juniors. treat them like my friends.
i'm imba.

the memories are too painful.
you cant imagine how many nights i've been awake staring at the ceiling =.=

Here's a song for the nights
I think too much

# 156;

i'm practically invisible.
i can leave school for a week and nobody would give a damn about what happened to me.
i could migrate to another country and life in school would be exactly the same.
even in "the happiest part of school life" [for me, anyway], i'm invisible.
nobody gives a damn about me.
except a few people. like, 2, 3?
i'm not even important to anyone damn it.
its making me feel like some insignificant floor board.
[hell, you can tell from how many people read this blog and actually care enough to tag =.=]

i need a distraction.
someone else that will stop me from chasing after someone who's practically impossible, someone who doesn't even talk to me.
its unhealthy.

we had performance today and quite a few people thought it was failed.
interaction was ...
we wrote our names with our butts.
luckily it was only the first name.
or else i would die.
"L...A...U...R...A...Y...S...E...T...T...A...M...E...N...D...O...Z...A...R...A...Q...U...E...P...O..."
everyone would like, go buy a drink while i'm doing it.
took bus 29 home with joycelyn.
discovered that alot of trombones live in tampines wtf.
like, everyone except a few?
and pamela lives across the road from me.
joycelyn is one bus stop before.
we talked about stuff.
i'm such a nice senior. make friends with my juniors. treat them like my friends.
i'm imba.

the memories are too painful.
you cant imagine how many nights i've been awake staring at the ceiling =.=

Here's a song for the nights
I think too much