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Monday, June 14, 2010 @ 6:09 AM
I had an amazingly startling revelation today.

We're being tested on The Birthday Party for Promo 1, but we haven't even done a single essay on it yet!

Okay, so it was not so much of a revelation, but rather, more of a rude shock.

So, me being me, i frantically flipped through the Literature skills package for Paper 1, and found a whole bank of questions on The Birthday Party.

Wow-wee. Fun.

Anyway, if you've been seeing less of the emo posts lately, it's because it's the holidays. I'm conveniently sheltering myself from all the troubles of school and immersing myself in Super Junior; almost losing my head in the process.

But even Super Junior does not distract me from some of the inherent thoughts drifting around in my head that keeps me awake at night.

I still feel that there is a void inside me that i am desperately trying to fill.

So, why is it that when opportunities present itself for that void to be filled, i shrink away from it as if it's the plague?

Maybe it's because i know deep down that i can never have the capacity to love another person properly (Except for my parents). My mind is always preoccupied with 1001 'other things' that are supposedly more important. Because i know that i cannot make sacrifices for another person. And also because i'm afraid of what the future holds.

It really sucks being me. Even my mother agrees.