as i was reading an abandoned blog of this person, the past flashed through my mind. subconsciously, all the words that she spoke to me just float across my memory bank. no matter how hard i tried to let go.. the past is back to haunt me when the slightest hint tingles my mind to think of what has been done to me. i hate the fact that i was involved in a situation whereby going to school was hell for me. now that i have made really great friends who love me, i thank god for that arrangement. and i wana say, as long as i can avoid seeing you guys, i will skip whatever gathering that is planned by anyone. yes, i no longer balme anyone or whatever for the past 2 years. but a scar is always the aftermath of everything. that is the fact. nothing can change it.

*your criticisms are always there to remind me of the past