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.

sigh.

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.