Counting sheep's old and painted on smiles are pretty, jaded eyes are valuable.
was browsing through my old posts and saw this. i still like it.
where have my weird but pretty words gone to?
i hate mdm liang. she said it'll be better for me to slim down. of course, the dance teacher agreed. i came home and cried. yeah this topic is too darn sensitive for anyone to tell me that. it's like a wound, very fresh, and she just poked her finger in it. i peel the scab off sometimes so it doesn't heal but my friends try and stop me but then the dance teacher and mdm cca teacher-in-charge do this to me.
it's not even important but to me it's like this huge thing.
i don't know. mountain out of a molehill but whatever. i've been hurt before about this and even though i've forgiven my ballet teacher i still haven't gotten over this.
sometimes i hate myself for not getting over it but HECK i have horrible self image okay.
i just told the whole world.
why do i work so hard for dance anyway. it's not like i even dance xiao yang's part in the end. i never get to rest. i hate dance. i hate it.
i'm so tired. why can't mum stop nagging for a bit. i need to stop thinking.
Friday, March 06, 2009well it.