Thinking about it. Ili and I had a lot of fight and misunderstanding. But thats what make us where we are now. I really misses those times. In the art room, at esplanade, during recess. Just like as everything is a past, I lost myself too. Now I don't know how to be myself, with all the new people whom I look at most days. To them, they still have their part of their past. The present is just additional. To me, I got no past and what I hope for is only the present. I may sound emo, depressed. Hey its me. Its has always been me. I used to cover up everything. Live life optimistically. Live with a smile, hope everything will be better for me. But it is starting to wear down. I feel like how I feel when I was sec 1. Empty, foreign, lost, uneasiness, like no one understand. I thought of giving up. But I keep telling myself " Don't give up " I even wrote in on my little whiteboard "Just Don't Give Up!" to remind me that I have to fight this fight. But I feel like I can't do it anymore. I really want someone to tell me these word, someone who care and is close. Someone to tell this to my ear. I want people, I want friends, I want them to love me for who I am. But who am I? In all these problems, I am too constantly searching for myself.


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