when i was in primary 2, i always get bullied by the
naughtiest boys and girls in class.
reason being i'm a crybaby.
i cry almost everyday cus this particular girl, called joyce,
who used to be my closest friend, doesn't wanna be my
friend anymore.
why?
because i don't wanna give her my 10cents singapore
flag eraser.
so she said, 'i don't friend you liao'.
starting from then, i don't have any more friends.
i cried almost EVERY DAY.
and sometimes if i am smart, i will act like i'm sick and the
office will call home for my maid to pick me up.
i will be damn happy once i step out of the school gate
earlier than the rest of the school. i can even dance
all the way to the bus stop. lolle.
that's a secret between me and my maid then.
but of course, things got better during primary three.
i made new friends.

thinking of then, i couldn't help but to feel foolish.
i could have been strong, but all i wanted was to act
sick so that people would pity me and do things
according to my way.
(you can't blame me for being a crybaby really.)

that's something i never ever wanna be good at.
and that's something i've learnt from myself.

being sick's not an advantage.
it's a disgrace to oneself.
cos if you truly know how to love, you will never
let yourself go thru such pain - allowing people who
love you to watch you in pain.



after this time, shiying, no more.
H20 will be my new bestfriend! : D

Labels: sick of being sick, 自爱