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♥ Florence, over-hyperactive. I (L) eating chocolates, and I'm a klutz,as well as a trouble-maker :D I'm fourteen, and July the 15th would be awesome. I love being cheeky and childish. That's the part of me that'll never grow up. I have a mind of a five-year-old and I love putting a smile on people's faces. So if you're down, I'm always here. Netball's my passion, and I'm loving it. I'm hoping for fairytales and miracles to happen ^^. I may be naive at times, but you can't cheat me. Currently attached with baby♥, and still counting on. I'm tremendously spontaneous and hyperactive most of the times. I love sweet things, they simply melt my heart. Equal Equation, L'ove.

You'll make it through the pain ,
no matter the hurricanes .

1820 hours .
Its a Saturday ! Another weekend .
Currently listening to Crazier by Taylor Swift .
I'm bored, and well, emotional.
Haaaaaaaaaah, reminiscing some stuff.
Ah, tears are gonna well up soon if I leave my feelings like this.
Whatever, ugh.

Probably I said things too...easy today.
When thinking about the future, everything seems so dim.
My first lie, without blinking an eye.
It was a sunny day, summer air, start of a new year.
That day was the 29 April 2008, 0805 hours.
My teacher walked towards where I sat on the parade square,
and I looked up when she reached me.
Beckoning me to walk with her, I was scared.
Like I've did something wrong.
Of course, I immediately remembered the conversations between students and teachers.
The in-conversation.
We sat at exactly the small table and two chair seat near the exit of the canteen.
She started pulling out papers from her file.
I looked around, desperately trying to calm myself.
I was afraid of what she wanted to ask of course.
And I was giving myself choices whether I should say it all out.
But I was afraid, really afraid.
She started asking me about my family, my parents, my sibilings.
And random questions popped up.
She asked me about school, which subject I liked and hated the most.
Which subjects I could do the best in, which one I could not make through.
And then she started to ask about my love life.
She asked if anyone special had entered my life.
I panicked and gave a straight no.
I knew I had a mistake, by lying through my teeth.
She continued asking, curiosity got to me.
The P & T meeting, would she tell my parents if I told her the truth?
Of course, I knew every teacher would, and so I continued with the white lie.
I know, perhaps saying this might be a little too late, seeing that it's been bout a year now.
And perhaps apology won't help anymore.
But I'm still sorry. I know I've made a big mistake.
I know, you haven't liked me much since then.
I know, and I'm really sorry, really really sorry.
I won't do it again, if you asked, the truth is yours.
No matter what the consequence is...
My first lie, huh.
Ah, the tears are welling up.
Ugh, this is what happens when I reminisce.
Stupid stupid thing.

I still don't like the new rule.
Its stupid, I don't like it.
Whatever, like I can do anything about it .
Haaaaaaaaah, I'm listening to sad songs.
Which makes everything worse, but I can't help it.
Dad's playing the second version of Maple alr.
Sitting beside me, playing in bliss.
I sound so off right now.
Probably at night, everything would start all over.
Alright, I shall probably go off.
I won't pull through, I never will.

I said, you'll get through, you did it once, you can do it again.
But will I ?
I'm being incoherent now.
Did I really mean what I said?
I said it so easily, but will I ?
Let the pain fill me up,
and when it does, bleed from inside, the wound cutting against me.



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