Maybe things aren't what you think

You know how, sometimes, a flashing moment from the past hits you, and nostalgia starts flowing. Seriously, I'll hate to recall anything from the past. I want to ditch it all behind.

Contrary to belief, I TOTALLY hated secondary school. Yes, I'm digging out the skeletons from the closet. You see, I've always been stuck in a class of 10 (or less) girls, and about 30 guys. I didn't appreciate what the school system did for me; I didn't like it. I wanted to climb up the ladder and tear myself away but, hey, look what destiny did to me. I was stuck with about the same bunch. Only this time, I hated it even more.

Don't think I'm really contented with life with you all just because I didn't return all the taunting and soft bullying I was subjected to. You know what?! I really hate to say this, but I had more fun in JC when I finally had the chance to breathe and distant myself from the past. The clear mind I had before my A Levels just proved how much I needed myself to be rescued from the spiral in secondary school.

And if you ask me if I regretted saying all this, no. I'd rather spill it all than to continue being laughed at by my reflection.