God has heard

I don't know why i bother so much. YOU DRIVE ME NUTS. Soon i'll be singing Bald Britney's "You Drive Me Crazy". i already AM a nut. now you're just making me GO nuts. as if the nuts and popping around like popcorn. SEE. i'm going nuts.

Plus. with the added stress of exams next week. My Jesus - Please Help me.

i think i'm just gonna meet you this one last time, and get the closure i want and need. settles everything. You know, You ALWAYS get angry at me. and then you'd give me your specialty - THE Silent Treatment. You make me feel like crap. ALWAYS. and the thing is, I NEVER know why you get angry. NEVER. is it because you saw me there? or because i ran away? or maybe because i'm not supposed to talk to her? or perhaps, i'm just your bright yellow stress ball which you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. and strangely, i never seem to burst (Ha-ha). Well, if i burst, i'd just be bright yellow cotton spongey poofs.

i don't make much sense. but i don't care. because its my BROG. MY brog. Blog. whatever.

I CAN'T STAND YOU. (don't ask me to sit. its just lame-O). WHO are you to treat me this way. i don't deserve this. i DON'T. and i don't see why i should let you treat me this way. But somehow, you ALWAYS make me feel like i deserve this horrible treatment. time and time again i slowly pick up a little bit of self-worth to tell myself i shouldn't be treated this way. AND THEN, you come along, and squeeze your bright yellow stress ball again.

Well. my self-worth lies in My Lord Jesus.

I want to say "YOU SUCK" So much. (YOOO - SARK). but i know you don't. You are like Chocolat Noir. BitterSweet. I really really love your company. so much. we have so much fun together and i wish. i wish we were what we were back in Sec one and two, maybe even Sec 3 when we were in the same english class and i sat behind you. English classes were Great Fun! and then in Sec 4, when english classes were back in my class, Mrs Raj shifted you cos apparantly you were too talkative, so she made you sit beside me. O. HAHA. Wrong move, Mrs Raj. Then there were Shaun, Rocky, Me and You. Haha, it really was great fun. Until. Until.

Until i became your bright yellow stress ball.