Thanks to those who drop by and left harmless and constructive comments. If you do not wish to electrocute your keyboard with your saliva, then you shall revisit my past. Now, I hope you do not electrocute your keyboard with your tears.
I could go on to ramble about school, but it might be a replication of your frustration. So I shall not.
Some photographs? Maybe not.
I wonder what goes through your mind as you look at undetachable arms and locking hands around you.
And then a music plays through your earphone that potentially determines how you feel.
While a happy music instructs me to smile, a sad one drives me to ponder.
And through the endless pots of frustrations, I still do not have a cup of conclusion. Adding
sachets of encouragement never helps while I sip on my doubts.
A story recently made me realize that a confession can be easily brewed.
But too bad, me the connoisseur shall bury that red letter under the tea leaves, and
restore canister of hopes back to the shelve. That pot of boiling confidence shall cool down
while I try to seek for another you.
Fin.
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