a deadly post up ahead,
you'll probably think that I didn't write it.
heyhey pepo.
sorry for the disappointment.
there's no photos today D:
ohyeah. this post is very depressing,
so you should probably skip this post and read the previous one.
today i realized my life actually sucks.
yeah.
I'm not good at studies,
not good at volleyball,
er,
not good at respecting people,
especially my friends and all those around me.
I just seem to hurt their feelings again and again,
without actually knowing it sometimes.
it sucks.
it sucks to force a smile today.
especially hard.
maybe i forced a smile because everyone was supporting me,
maybe i forced a smile cause everyone was having fun too,
how could I have spoilt the fun?
i'm only good at being silly.
STUPIDLY silly.
the silly type that makes people frustrated, angry.
i think i've offended everyone I know at least once before.
yeah,
it's not nice to be me.
usually you see a happy, positive side of me.
and let me tell you,
don't get cheated.
that's my shell.
an ugly shell i've been living in.
and inside the shell is me,
really really messed up.
the me i didn't wanna recognise.
so maybe unknowingly,
I've built a shell of fantasy,
a place for me to hide.
but today,
it felt like I fell,
the shell broke,
I was exposed.
maybe no one really realized,
cause no one cared,
or maybe no one was really there to notice.
I saw myself.
I looked like a monster.
the monster that couldn't do anything right,
that doesn't have anything that she thought she had.
my shell of fantasy has broken.
I'm trying hard to fix it.
the pieces doesn't seem to go together,
it is as though it doesn't want me to heal.
everyone should just stay away,
don't tell me jiayou.
don't encourage me.
don't sympathize me.
I just don't want to remember anything while I'm fixing.
turn oblivious.
that's what i'm great at doing.
but inside i'm actually thinking of all the possible ways,
all mostly negative.
I can be a sweet angel,
a silly, clueless girl,
an optimistic person.
when I want to.
I can also throw tantrums,
give attitudes,
become annoyingly emo,
become so pessimistic that you can't stand it.
but this time,
I can seem to choose who I want to let others see.
I solitared through heartbreak,
this time,
I'll try,
to break though my weakness,
my imperfections.
I have no guarantees,
standing as a one dino army,
no support, and the only weapon my heart and mind.
Before they crash and break,
burn and explode,
pray hard that i'll stand again,
to be who I am again.
yes, it's really me.
the valerie that you Don't know.
but it's the same person.
konglong_shasha