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Thursday, August 17, 2006
mr chua found out my problem. bo bian, i gotta do a prototype. only a week away from the deadline. will i make it? lets wait and see. i need to venger my disatisfaction. i felt no sense of belonging in my class. i'm casted out, i guess. why am i always the one to accomedate? the more i stay in there, the more i become more cunning. i blamed everything but not myself, she said. i must stay calm. hell them. no matter what, i'll be myself. people thinks the way i cried looked fake. i had enough. i must leave this place, this sickening and scary place. ![]() Joanne |