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The dancer

Name:
KARYNE Age:
14 YEARS OLD School:
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23 AUG About you:
A child of GOD.ALWAYS AND FOREVER.Badminton player.Singer.Dancer.Life is like a performance and we are the actors. Luvs: Church.BFFS."THA" gang.swimming.shopping/window shopping.hanging out.talking.eating.emoing.


Friday, October 17, 2008

( @ 5:20 AM )

I just got back my results. i dunno how to explain the disappointment, anger and depression i feel. After i got back my results i felt as though my future was gone. everything was bleak. I threw my paper on the floor and cuddled up. i didnt feel much comfort from the fact that the sec 2s just didnt want to corporate with us. no matter how many times the prefects tried, the students did not care. we shouted, we talked nicely, we patrolled, we tried to be friends, but they laugh at us, curse us aloud, called us bitches, shouted at us, and they hated us. Did we become prefects just to be hated? i mean there are prefects who are well liked, but i have no say on the discipline they instill on themselves and others. We are not even respected, are we? the school says they want change but how can change be brought about? We want to do a part for the school, to lead, to serve(mostly), but how? initiative is wad they say. i do it, fine, its not abt me. some prefects arent doing it, fine. but dun generalize! i am doing my best to meet up the standard of the board, my teachers, my parents, my friends. But can i really keep up? Maybe not... but i am trying with God strength everyday; i am like going into a battlefield. i am tired but i cant quit. sometimes i just ask myself, why do i stay in st margs? why am i still in the board? Prefects are easily blamed for things whether a not it is their fault, we are not praised when we do correct things but r scolded severely. i noe we cant expect to be praised all the time or even sparingly, becos we are not doing things for our glory. but everyone needs some encouragement dun they?
Then during training, my mood was down. i couldnt hold my head up. i hated myself. i couldnt do anything right. i am an ultimate failure. seeing my friends enjoying this sport and doing well, i couldnt help but feel left out and jealous. I sat alone by myself, analyzing the players as wad my coach asked my to do. it made me feel worse. i saw their smiles, i saw their energy, i saw that passion, their results, and ask myself, why am i so lousy today? my partner really stood by me the whole time. she lent me her ear and shoulder. thanks amelia. My coach kept telling me all my mistakes. everything came as though someone dropped a mountain of rocks onto me. more like pinpointing...
Now at home, i have nagging from my mum, my sis, my aunt and my grandma. i really cant take it anymore. i want to go to heaven. pls lord! i want to run away from everything. I wanna jump down, but then i wont go to heaven then. Someone take a knife and pierce it through my heart.
Lord help!!!!!



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