i got a 12.

"love is watching, someone die"

if anyone was wondering. so i was wondering, where did i go wrong. and then i had a nice chat with my dad, which was suddenly dejavu, i had the same type of conversation with him four years ago, after my psle. we went to ghih moh, and then i remember being in the car, crying my eyes out, feeling totally like crap. that was then. so now, four years on, it seems almost as if nothing changed. i still do disappointingly. if you're reading this, please dont tag and say that 12 is good or anything like that, tag about something else. like how blue the sky is.

so again i have stuff which i need to change. and im almost afraid to tell myself to do it. afraid that again, what i did was totally in vain. but i have got to change. just like my dad says, i will one day wakeup and realise what it really means. but when that comes, no one knows, and hopefully, it will come when its not too late.

-be more precise.
-be more firm.

i lost alot of what i really wanted to say, after going through today. but i guess thats all i have to say, 12 is 12. its a reality. so i guess thats that.

"so who's gonna watch you die.."