A Place For Me To Write What I Want To

I’m fine, I know I’m fine.

My best buddy left nothing but just a text saying ‘Don’t worry, I’m fine.’

Yeah, no worries, I’m fine with that.

She deactivated her FB.

Okay, as long as she feels better that way, I’m fine with it.

She rather suffers herself and push everyone away for almost a week.

It’s ok, I knew that she will do so whenever she felt real bad and down. I’m fine.

I saw my ex-classmates taking picture in London. They are going to further their studies in UK.

Oh well, I went there few times and I’m going there again end of the year. I’m fine with that though I can’t further mine there.

I feel bad, I wanna cry. But in fact, I can’t. I must stay strong and hold my tears.

Oww, that sounds sad. Hmm, but still I’m fine. It’ll overcome itself when time comes.

I start to wonder why I need to talk to myself here in WordPress.

Nevermind about it, at least I’m talking to ‘someone’. I’m fine.

There’s nothing else I can do? Or maybe, start to do some sort of revision?

Nah, I hate doing revision. I’m fine with that even if I failed my unit.

I wonder why wordpress can’t let me set a password for my selected post.

Hmm, maybe if I purchase their ‘full version’, the functions will be available. Oh well, I’m fine with it too.

There’s no one I can talk to at the moment, sounds pity..

Haha, not that pity. That always happened on me. I’m fine I’m fine.

When will this post end?

I think I’m almost there. I started to feel myself like an idiot. Haha, no problem. I’m fine with that too.

So was that my last paragraph?

Yeah, guess so. Bye there and thanks for accompanying!

Bye, Trishby.

I’m fine, trust me.