I know I won't be leaving here.

[coolerthanthou]

Saw the final numbers for this term, and all that I can ever say is that, I'm so glad that I've managed to scrape through this term, alive and still breathing.

No, my results aint all that impressive, in fact, very disgusting.

&I've learned the hard way, knowing that what's done is done, and there's nothing that I can do now to save anything cus it's pointless.

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"Imperfections are sometimes Perfection, you know."
Oh please. Don't come and tell me this bull or shit. I will never buy that.
Cus (to me) Perfection will always be Perfection.

Call me a perfectionist for all you want, I don't really care.
Just note that I cannot tahan Imperfections (and knowing that it can be easily resolved to its best) and don't expect me to smile at you and go: yes, very pretty. Love it.
That. I'll never do.

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I know I can be a bitch at times, and say things that are really mean, but I really meant it (and not being a total bitch about it) when I said that "She's making me feel ill. I feel like throwing up now."

Please don't think that you're such a big deal that you're now finally back on track, and stop behaving as if you know ALL of us - 25 is not a small number.

&You don't call the shots around, because you're not the class hero.
 

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Tomorrow. Is. The. Last. Day. Of. The. Term.
You don't know how happy I am, right now.
You don't know how much I HATE school.
You don't know how tormenting the term was.

So, don't come and ask me why I look towards the holidays even though it's just a one-week holiday.

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Ah yes, Goodnight.
Tillagain.