had left home in a skirt, but i freaked out when the bus hadnt even arrived yet. i ended up running back home and changed, tossing the skirt and pump shoes across my bedroom before putting on my skinnies and Nikes.
stripped off the gray hoodie and tossed my red and black one over my shoulder. lastly, traded the smile for a scowl. the only thing that remained was the pink butterfly tee.
looked into my reflection and was like. "Hello E'indah Wrister."and then i half-smiled like one of those douchebags who've got something up their sleeve.
i dont know why but i was so damn angry. i kept blaming The Boy.
want to know something ironic? that very skirt; the last time i had worn it was when i was slacking with them twins. the very first time all three of us had slacked tgt too. i remember so very clearly. had been with Shu Shan and Si Ying before i went to meet them.
anyway. had gone to Bedok once again. really, i do love the neighbourhood atmosphere there. sadly didn't see the Man at the Taxi Stand today.
had sat at this milk tea cafe writing in my diary. wrote for, like, 45 minutes straight. solid writing, occasionally sipping on the awesome milked tea (despite the Doc having told me to specifically avoid that).
i am not what my mom said. i am RIGHT in the head! bloody hell.
really. i'm so damn angry right now. libraries and cats are the only things in the world that can make me truly happy at this moment.
i'm so damn sick and tired. i really wanna toss everything that lands into my palms, up into the air; deny any responsibility passed to me.
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