I dont wanna go to china. I dont want to, i dont want to, i dont want to.
Call me irresponsible.
Its not that i dont want to, its just, i will miss my family, my siblings. I'll miss my boy. 2 whole weeks. OMG. what if, something happens, like, i die in the SzeChuan earthquake? What if..he finds someone else? what if, something happens at home?
I know these are ridiculous, since its like, another half a year more to go, but seriously, i've almost never been away from home. And now? well, 2 weeks. god, My dad said to me a few days back, the last i ever saw of him, he said, " dont overstressed , daddy's behind you! I know you can." And then i was feeling so encouraged, and now what? daddy, im sorry i flunk my maths. A 10 for maths, over a 30 marks. Sorry. I know Dad wont blame me, he's not gonna scold me, in fact, Dad's never scolded me over studies, because he thinks i can.
I dont think i can. Sometimes, i just go through the motions without having any confidence. t's merely luck that got me through everything. And now, lady luck's abandoned me, daddy, me so sorry, couldnt meet your promise, end up failing.
I hate failing. Pathetic failure that is maths,
China, i dont want to go to you.
What if, what if, what if. so many what ifs. So impossible to answer all of them. what if you have someone else? and when i come home after 2 weeks, nobody's there to receive me?
why am i thinking of all these? its cuz, i was in the bus, and i fell asleep so accidentally, and dreamt of me going to china, and being all alone and that. God, those freakish nightmares.