I miss the days when I had the liberty and ability to reminiscent upon our memories.
Unfortunately, I can no longer.
I could if I would, but I could not.
You've vacated our memories, and the lovely tunes in my head now sings a soulless lullaby.
My best friend, now gone, forever, even in the depths of my heart.
I can never revisit those memories my heart ached for simply because if there comes a day when I could see the bright smile on your face when I think about the times we'd spent together,
I would know I had forgiven you, and you had come back.
But forgiving you, I will never.
I know you're waiting for a reply. I'm so sorry... but I cannot do it anymore.
I no longer feel the same about Literature anymore.
Nowadays, whenever I attempt to start on an essay, I get the points but I can no longer focus on structuring my answer.
It's as though a tiny voice within me is giving me the answers but somehow I can't seem to get them through in words.
Even words are failing me, what else isn't.
Chinese O level results, I hope it's going to be all right. :/