Monday, July 2
{ 10:47 AM }
I have a wish, like everybody else. They wish that their mummy would buy them that cute little doll on sale, or that they would be really beautiful and smart, or that perhaps that cute guy over there would say hello to them. In most cases, their wishes keep them going and hoping. But my wish? It's making me spiral down to a deep deep obyss, then perhaps wishing for a golden ladder to heaven. I guess you could say my wish is a deathwish, that I would die of cancer (without the hair dropping), or simply just falling off the staircase and banging my head, or being knocked down by a drunk driver.
Today's my birthday, and yeah I have loads of friends, and my darling bestfriends which I adore, and an awesome family which I love. People who bother smsing me happy birthday at 12 am, or the first thing in the morning. People who bother handmaking my gift for hours, or to crack their brains to plan a surprise for me so that my birthday will be fun. People who chases away my inferioty by telling my I'm not fat or ugly, or people that hug me whenever I cry. People who accompany me to the toilet, or people who would camwhore with me though it so isn't them. Even my primary school friends which I haven't kept in contact with wished me.
Then I remember last year, I had this special friend who used to talk till me till the wee wee hours of the morning and joke with me. I look back, and I realized that he isn't there anymore for me. People change as time ticks, just like how the snow falls when winter comes. I wished that I was still the same sec1 I were. Maybe I did try replacing that friend, but it didn't work. I guess time does play jokes and surprises on you, huh?
Alright, gotta go! Friends are coming over (:
