This will be the first and last time I'll post up a pink picture.
Anyways,
Why do I get the feeling that
Everyone is afraid to be my friend?
I just...
Don't know...
Tomorrow is a school day,
And I have no clue what will happen.
Oh wait,
Maybe I know half of it.
I will be left out.
D-uh.
Sometimes,
I wondered if I could just...
Be noticed for once.
Be loved,
Not popular,
But wanted.
But wishes like that don't come true.
Last year,
I used to think the worst is over,
And I was ready for something good to happen.
But the thing is,
I've expected too much.
Too much.
Instead,
There is more.
The worst has not end yet.
Or maybe it shall not.
Not to mention,
Why should I always explain myself to everyone?
Why can't they just shut up and not poke into other
People's business?
I have to go now,
I'm doing a present for a certain someone.
Wanted
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