17/10/12

Dear God,

It’s been 7 months now that I’ve been writing these words

to you.

All the poems and letters and talking to the walls �" they’re

beginning to tire me. I don’t want to think anymore. I want

to just sleep, sleep, sleep the entire day. I want to stay inside

this dull bubble I’ve enclosed myself in, and float for a

while before it bursts like it’s supposed to. I’m so tired of

answering Mummy and Daddy �" their questions are only

making things worse for me because now I have to put on a

brave face, smile and act like nothing is wrong with me.

My friends and classmates are no help at all. They talk

about the same things every day �" which girl dumped her

boyfriend to date a senior and which tournaments have the

most number of guest schools, so that there’s a new eye

candy for everyone. I’m tired of seeing Atul walk past me

with that dumb Kho-kho player, who has started to smile

apologetically at me, like she’s sorry about the fact that he

broke up with me. One of these days I’m going to give that

pseudo-kind b***h a violent piece of my mind.

I want to break free from everything.