Ups and Downs in Life
Yup, everything's coming to an end soon
Nope, I'm gonna be fine moving on with my life.
The best part of my junior year, I really love you.
I'll miss you, but I'll move on.
I no longer remember all the complaints, all the whinings and all the bitchings. Thank god for STM.
I only remember the laughters, the moving incidents, the ups and the downs.
I no longer remember the pain, the sadness, the stress and the fatigue.
I only remember the fun, the joy, the sense of accomplishments, and ohwellszxs, the practical benefits.
I no longer remember the worst person. (that's a lie)
I only remember my favourite people.
Without you, I'll never be who I am today.
I'll never gain that little bit of inner peace amidst all the chaos.
I'll never see myself more clearly than before.
You made me realise so much about myself, taught me so much about life, and even though I didn't grow to my fullest potential, I see where my potential lies.
I really love you, and I know with each passing day, my very serious STM is gonna leave behind abit of you.
And perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, in due course, I'll forget most of you.
Time and memory don't allow me to pen down every memorable nitty gritty details in my diary.
I'm gonna lose you lil' by lil' but I'm proud to say, I did treasured my time with my favourite set of people.
So even if life without these people is gonna suck a lil' bit more, I believe because you actually happened, and so there'll be better and more awesome kinds of you waiting for me in the future. I'm looking forward, and please please please, lovely you, give me courage, hope and love (and a lil' bit of luck too!) to hang it there during my worst times before I get to meet other kinds of you again.
(I can gurantee you, I'll forget the underlying messages when I reread this post few months later. My love-hate relationship with STM.)
Nope, I'm gonna be fine moving on with my life.
The best part of my junior year, I really love you.
I'll miss you, but I'll move on.
I no longer remember all the complaints, all the whinings and all the bitchings. Thank god for STM.
I only remember the laughters, the moving incidents, the ups and the downs.
I no longer remember the pain, the sadness, the stress and the fatigue.
I only remember the fun, the joy, the sense of accomplishments, and ohwellszxs, the practical benefits.
I no longer remember the worst person. (that's a lie)
I only remember my favourite people.
Without you, I'll never be who I am today.
I'll never gain that little bit of inner peace amidst all the chaos.
I'll never see myself more clearly than before.
You made me realise so much about myself, taught me so much about life, and even though I didn't grow to my fullest potential, I see where my potential lies.
I really love you, and I know with each passing day, my very serious STM is gonna leave behind abit of you.
And perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, in due course, I'll forget most of you.
Time and memory don't allow me to pen down every memorable nitty gritty details in my diary.
I'm gonna lose you lil' by lil' but I'm proud to say, I did treasured my time with my favourite set of people.
So even if life without these people is gonna suck a lil' bit more, I believe because you actually happened, and so there'll be better and more awesome kinds of you waiting for me in the future. I'm looking forward, and please please please, lovely you, give me courage, hope and love (and a lil' bit of luck too!) to hang it there during my worst times before I get to meet other kinds of you again.
(I can gurantee you, I'll forget the underlying messages when I reread this post few months later. My love-hate relationship with STM.)