i am not happy. SO NOT happy.

michelle saes she wants to quit school. obviously, i am not happy.

but den, whats the point?

i dun deny the fact that i am disappointed. i dun wish to list out the consequnses of quitting sch again and again.

ever since the day i know that she has the intention of quitting school, i tried my best to motivate her, bring her back to school, did all sorts of stupid things.. i did all i could but still, to no avail.

fine, i was selfish, i do not know how to face the unknown bravely on this route to growing up, like an interpid explorer, without sistas, thus i tried my very best to nag at her, sometimes even scold her, or maybe hurt her, just to get her back.

gradually, these nagging, made her feel so irritated. she begins to loathe me. our relationship turns sour without warning. i turned into an old nagging women myself too.

therefore michelle, i decide not to nag at u again. i promise not to kp u with all the studies-are-important kinda things.

scold me by all means. curse me. tell me that i am selfish, terrible and horrible. i gave up on my own sista.

but whats wrong with not wanting her to hate me? whats wrong with wanting ur sista to be happy? WHAT IS SO FUCKING WRONG?

i no longer feel guilty anymore whenever i saw the empty space meant for her in the classroom. not all are meant for studying anyway.

but the last thing i ask from u michelle, made up with edward. u guys are the most perfect couple i have ever seen. dun let me lose the last faith i had in love.

thanks.


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to those idoits who always have to habit of asking me why nq is not with me on my way home. Please learn to excerise ur fucking brains. stop pretending that u are concern for her, when ur real motive is to haolian that u got pple accompany u home, i dun have.

I promise to slap the next person who ask me this.

For those who is really concern abt her, i am sorry but i've to do this, which idoit can still be happily smiling after being asked the same question for at least the hundredth time?

dun like me dun come over lar, still pretend pretend.

!@#$%^&. *grumbles* *grumbles*