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Just got back from Business Admin class. The teacher was
so funny. After that I went to Art Friend to buy my art stuff.
It was fun to be around all those paint and other stuff.
I'm trying to make myself happy. Trying to do my very best in
art. And I did. Everytime I hold the brush I'll start to paint.
I paint what's in my heart. And it came out good. I just keep
on painting until my mom force me to stop to eat something.
But I don't wanna stop. Everytime I paint a colour on the plain
paper, it's as if I'm releasing something. I'm forgetting the pain
I feel inside my heart.
My mom got so angry with me and said that if I don't stop, she
won't let me paint again. Then I stopped and I can feel all the
pain comes back to me.
Whenever I'm online, I'm wishing that I could talk to him again.
Like last time. But I don't think so we'll ever talk again. He's far
beyond my reach. Well he is very very far away...
Wonder what he's doing right now? I think I need to wash my brain
so I won't be thinking of him. That name still stuck here in my heart.
I wish I never met him. But the short moment is the best moment in
my life.
Shit... opps sorry.... didn't mean to wrote that but I can't really see
with tears in my eyes. I don't wanna cry anymore so I'll stop here...