Sometimes, when the waiting game takes its toil on my brittle heart, I'll need some form of emotional release. 4 years and counting, I'd say. You'd probably give me a good thrashing and advise me to move on, but unfortunately, I don't really know the meaning of that. I can't just unload this sentiments and chuke it somewhere obscure. It's so not me to do such things.
Perhaps I'm just sentimental. Perhaps I've been cut so deep on the first try that I'd rather mask
everything with a reluctant smile. Perhaps, you just need to know how i feel.
Too many things on hand to settle, so little time. Little wonder I coped myself up in the bathroom for another lengthy crying session. I'd brand that as 'self-counselling', because the motion of crying is rhetoric enough.
And I hate it when people are being too nice to me. I tend to grow on these people and become emotionally reliant on them. I don't like how I'm feeling now. It makes me feel lost whenever these people exit from my life.
And good luck to myself for the interview and test tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to conjure up some magic on the spot to score brownie points with the interviewers.
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