Parting is such sweet sorrow....rubbish. it ain't sweet, it's just sorrow.

Hey, this blog is like, dead!!!
We have only one more semester with each other, guys!!!
Like, say something!!!

Okay, this is rich coming from me. Usually I like to drift apart quickly, or not make friends at all. It only makes it more sad when close frineds have to part. So, it's like, why should we go through all the happiness if it will only bring us more sadness in the end?

So maybe it's a good thing that this blog is going dead.

I remember last year, we all emo-ed like mad when we thought it was our last time together. And how we didn't treasure our time together. Then we were given a second chance. Every now and then, as I'm sitting in the class, listening to some boring (or not so boring) teacher, I'll look around and suddenly feel this wave of thankfulness (if there's even such a word). "We're here. We're all here. We'd almost lost each other and we're all still here." Such thoughts will be whizzing inside my mind. Then another wave of sadness will wash over me. "Yes, we're together, witht the knowledge that we ARE going to be seperated at the end of the year. What's the point of class bonding? We should just quickly forget about each other."

That's why I don't take pictures, or anything, for memory. Ignorance is bliss.

This extra one year seems like a taunt. "Oh yeah, we'll put you guys in a cage together so you can say a few last words before we seperate you forever." That's what my family did to the hamsters we had. They were a couple. Then a family. Then my mom sold the dad and the babies away. I'm mad, talking to animals, and cruel, perhaps, but I told them one week in advance that they were going to be sold. Told them to whisper all that was left unsaid. Then I laughed. So cruel. But that's exactly what's going to happen to us.

Maybe it would've been kinder if they'd snatched it all away last year, swiftly, mercifully, without giving us time to regret it. Dread it. So.

What's the point of class bonding?

I...what's that word? Something between admiration and....pity. And dislike. The teachers. Year after year, they get close to their class, and at the end of the year, the class moves on. And they stay behind. Sometimes I wonder if it isn't tiring, having your emotions toyed with repeatedly. Maybe they've lost all their emotions after so much heartache. It's possible.

Still, they don't have to do the same thing to us.

"Don't be sad it's over, be happy it happened." Good piece of advice. Unfortunately, it doesn't work for me. I'm tired of this emotional roller-coaster. I'm gonna drift away quickly, and forget all the good times. It's the only way I can keep my heart safe. Don't be sad if I don't remember you in twenty years time.

I'm sorry.

Kim