I tried to contain my feelings on Bus 39 that day but to no avail,that phone call was the last straw and I felt tears coming,and I begin to cry my way from Pasir Ris to Yishun. Maybe I was just feeling extremely tired and moody after that long day. Bangala workers kept staring at me,and the more I cried, the weirder I feel as they kept giving me those looks.
It was a pretty horrid day that day. I felt so desperate,so helpless.I never felt more vulnerable in my entire life before.
dotdot sensed something was wrong and called me that night to check up on me. Maybe he was worried,maybe only caring out of courtesy.
Prelims starting tomorrow. Dread,uncertainty and I'm really weary of this journey. Tuition and homework,what more could my life be? I wish I was one of those people who would actually miss their class. But right now,I need to work hard to get out of this dumping ground.
I'll go back in time and change it but I can't.
Contrary to the picture,I am not a sophisticated person. I am a clumsy dwarf and my English is often ridiculed in real life. Thank god for internet.
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