I miss the past.
I miss the times when I was a little girl, completely engrossed in my world of Enid Blyton, when all I know is to get the latest cute stickers in the market. I miss the times that we were all together, united to fight as one group, sharing laughter and sorrow. I miss the times that we stayed late in school, literally putting toothpicks in between our puffy eyes to meet deadlines. The times when we cried of happiness knowing our work is praised. And the times when we got reprimanded by the lecturer for our idiotic behaviours.

All these in the name of young innocence.

Now,
I am judged wherever I go, whatever I do. Community is quick to recognise the bad, when all I wanted was good. There is barely a handful you can trust to stay by your side, to stand by you whatever happens. Now the words of Elder Sis arises, 'Things are better with fewer select friends. Keep the ones you can depend on, and thus do the same should they need you. Don't trouble yourself with unnecessary hassles.'
I have kept that in mind since, but sometimes I just forget. Tending to misjudge, I got myself burnt.
Thus I stand stronger now, knowing who will stand by me no matter what.
And who couldn't.

And she waves goodbye...

2:38 am