Sometimes, I get really lost. Like, what the hell is Life actually for...?
Anyways, I really officially hate my Sec 3 seniors. Thanks to a few people who ruined my impression of them.
Sokay. I hate them. Other people hate me. And it goes on and on and on. Who gives a damn anyway.
And feeling really down right now thinking of le platoon. Wondering if platoonmates even go to this blog. So doubt that they would read this...
It's been a really long time since we had a
proper platoon recess. Since May I guess. All those platoon recess in this period of time - it's really kinda fake. Like there'll be crying, awkwardness and stuffs. Like sometimes, it's really obvious when people pretend to be happy. When their faces will be like -.- or >:( or :( or :| or :/
And then we would have all those long talks telling others about what we feel towards them and the person would disagree and say something else and then a fight starts and shit happens. No offence but I honestly have no idea what you guys want... neither do I know what I want.
I remember one platoon recess when
- some people were drawing
- some people were playing with their hair
- some people were staring into space
- some people were smiling to themselves
- some people who won't come
- outside people who will come to minimize the awkwardness
C'mon man. I miss the past us. Like, we were close like gluewithoutanygaps. How we kiss our platoonmates' cheeks ( awkward ) How we slap our platoonmates' ass. How we talk about dirty things ( which turns me on ). Loooook.
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one of the lots of posts we post on our NCC group last time... HAHA so I was stalking our group and I suddenly saw the post when I was really sad cause I thought Ma'am Sherianne was mad at me cause I didn't give her ferrero rocher.. HAHA so farnee. When I apologized, my titties were calmed. |
All that. All gone. And now nobody seems to care. Really wondering if anyone cares...
Maybe, I'm not a good platoonmate too. Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes, I think that I think about it too much that I really want to throw away everything in my room related to NCC [ The frame, the plague, the notes, the papers on my wall, my ncc book, EVERYTHING. ]
I miss you guys. Like seriously. I want my platoon back. I really do. Cause like, we only talk during parades... That's all...
Love, sad life.