I think this is my third blog post about him, although I’ve never mentioned his name. I thought I’d gotten over it, over the rejection.But I haven’t, and crying hurts, it’s been a while. I don’t WANT to cry. Maybe that’s why it’s so painful.
I’ve often thought about my qualities, and how they affect me and my relationships with people. I’ve always considered myself to be fiercely loyal to those who have showed they deserve it. If I lose respect for someone though, there’s just contempt. It…
I know I shouldn’t feel this way, that indeed it’s probably not healthy, but the moment the vodka passes my throat, the moment I feel the slight burn and the slightly bitter taste, I instantly relax. It has been a month and a bit since I seriously indu…
You know, this probably shouldn’t bother me at all. It’s none of my business really, but then, it’s 4 AM, I’m knackered, and I never made much sense anyway.She isn’t all bad. I mean sure, she may have done things I don’t approve of, but then, I’ve done…
I’m leaving this without a title for now. Maybe I’ll think of one as I write the post.Why am I writing? I don’t know. I got this urge, this feeling that I should write. I guess somewhere, somehow, I should keep a record of my life. Who is going to do i…
Tonight, I find myself crying again, although I do not know why. It feels good to let the tears out though, and there’s no one and nothing to stop me. Why am I crying? I don’t know. So many conflicted emotions are fighting within me, it’s hard to choos…
“Rach! It’s good to see you back.”I know that voice, it has been my companion for 7 years of my life, non-stop. It has been a while since I last heard it, but I would know it anywhere. The joy is real, she’s welcoming me home. And it looks like home to…
Finally an update after oh so long, I felt like writing.IB is over. It’s difficult to let that reality sink in. I think it did when we were all on the dancefloor at prom and start screaming “IB FINISHED” and jumping around a lot (note: alcohol was heav…
I didn’t know her. I didn’t know her voice, her dislikes, her hobbies, her life, nothing at all. All I knew was what I read on Facebook. The accident, how she was struggling through, how they thought she was going to be okay. And how she passed away. I…
So this is finally it, IB exams. 3 papers down, 11 to go. So far maths has been a major source of trouble, and it’s downed our self-esteems rather badly. But it’s done now and there is no real use wondering over how we’ve done. There are other subjects…
