Imperfect.

Just as i thought i was changing for the better and we were improving, i realise i am still so imperfect.

Whenever i try so hard to mend a hole, you discover another.

I don’t wanna be so emotional, i hate it, but the feeling’s overwhelming. I try hard not to think about it and put on a brave front, and pretended that i am happy , i realise everyone could see through it.

I didn’t mean to break down infront of TSM today, but i couldn’t help the tears. I tried remaining happy for the remaining day, i realise at the back of my mind, the thought’s still there.

I thought by listening to the songs while on my way home alone, i would stop thinking, i realise my palms were sweating and i felt nervous cos i didn’t know what he would tell me when i call him.

I rushed all the way home just to call him and hear what he has to say. And i regretted.

I just didn’t know i was so … … imperfect. ):