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november 28: graduation All those shit were brilliant. But okay, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone looked nice and my table joked and laughed a lot, and I didn't cry. I cried in Primary Six, which was really stupid because I ended up being in the same class as most of the people I knew anyway. This time though we're going to be separated for good, and strangely, it doesn't bother me any. I took photos with the people I wanted pictures with and the thing ended at like, 11.30 p.m. I spent a long long time getting hairspray and hair pins out of my, well, hair. I still don't understand why didn't I cry or why didn't I feel anything when we sang those sentimental 'oh I'm so sad we're parting, dear friends' songs. I don't understand why I don't feel anything still. Maybe I'm not thinking about it. Or maybe I really, really don't give a shit.
before sunrise // before sunset
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