Another week had past. So fast, days rushingly fly by.
I'm still ordinary. Ordinarily being alive. Ordinarily being on my way.
My deskmate seems to fall in love. He's not a welcomed boy, and he's not handsome at all. But he found his love.
Then what about me?
When I think of you, I feel happiness exactly comes.
But I decide to forget about you.
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I found that people around me don't know about me at all. Is that because some of my emotions hide too deep?
I want someone to know about me. Know the inside me. To care about me.
I'm not that strong.
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Even I listen to rock music, I'm still the wordless law-abidng girl.
I belong to the peace of rock noise. I cry alone through the punk music. I calm down in the dark.
I often feel desperate, I don't know why. When the music begins, I feel something touched, something hurt.
I'm too emotional.
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On Friday, our whole class watched Snoopy's cartoon together.
We laughed out loud. We seemed to be kids again.
Are we crazy?
Maybe we can still laugh purely from heart like child.
Maybe crazy is right for us, during the crazy year.
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Don't tell me who I should be. Don't tell me what to do. Don't tell me what you think it's right for me.
I know what I'm doing, exactly.
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I've decided not to think about him any more. But I still kept waiting for him to come.
I've found many reasons to tell myself I don't love him.
My feeling is mix-up.
I must give up!!
Forget about him!! Study hard!
You can, girl. Nobody can control your brain.
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I've already grown up. Grown up and become like this. Without anticipations, without doubts.
What I used to be afraid of had become facts. And the fact is not that bad.
Can I be like before, simply dreamed, silently loved someone?
Where is that obstinacy wordless teary little girl with long soft hair?
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I'll be fine, cheer up.