"The last goodbye is the hardest to say."

Just wondering why people use the word "tolerate" for the most inappropriate of things. Like, "racial tolerance" or "we must learn how to tolerate his differences" and everywhere else. It has both positive and negative connotations. The act of tolerance is a good thing, but at the same time, you tolerate when you find something really really annoying yet you try not to show it. I think a better word would be "acceptance" because you actually understand and you try your best to put yourself into the person's position.

I think the week so far has been pretty tiring and then to make things worse, it's GP common test tomorrow, the first of many to come in Senior High life. I'm looking forward to the holidays but just looking at my schedule and the many many things to do just makes me want to skip the entire June. Holidays are meant for rest and play but there's no such thing anymore ): On a happier note, yesterday's choir concert was great (: I guess I couldn't appreciate some songs and I didn't understand most of them but it was still great (: And I felt really happy seeing Yongli perform!!! Great job to everyone :') Can't believe this would mark the end of my Kaleidoscope experience in Dunman High since it's once every alternate year but it's been good it's been good.

Sometimes we have to learn how to put down all our insecurities and start feeling like we're on this world for something. Doesn't matter if it's just feeding ourselves lies, but I hope we all start believing.

Some days I go to school and I meet people and friends and we talk and we laugh, and I actually feel like I'm a part of them. And I actually start to feel okay and that maybe these are the people I'm going to be able to share my thoughts with and people who will actually be there for me when I need them. And everything's fine and maybe happiness starts to creep into my heart. But then I go back the next day, expecting things to feel the same for me, but then they share their own jokes and ignore me and tell me mean things, and I'm not so sure whether I should be there. Then I think that it's probably best to be alone but I don't want to be alone. It feels conflicting and I really wonder what's happening because I can't keep up with how this pandemonium swings. 

xoxo,

me

"The last goodbye is the hardest to say."

Just wondering why people use the word "tolerate" for the most inappropriate of things. Like, "racial tolerance" or "we must learn how to tolerate his differences" and everywhere else. It has both positive and negative connotations. The act of tolerance is a good thing, but at the same time, you tolerate when you find something really really annoying yet you try not to show it. I think a better word would be "acceptance" because you actually understand and you try your best to put yourself into the person's position.

I think the week so far has been pretty tiring and then to make things worse, it's GP common test tomorrow, the first of many to come in Senior High life. I'm looking forward to the holidays but just looking at my schedule and the many many things to do just makes me want to skip the entire June. Holidays are meant for rest and play but there's no such thing anymore ): On a happier note, yesterday's choir concert was great (: I guess I couldn't appreciate some songs and I didn't understand most of them but it was still great (: And I felt really happy seeing Yongli perform!!! Great job to everyone :') Can't believe this would mark the end of my Kaleidoscope experience in Dunman High since it's once every alternate year but it's been good it's been good.

Sometimes we have to learn how to put down all our insecurities and start feeling like we're on this world for something. Doesn't matter if it's just feeding ourselves lies, but I hope we all start believing.

Some days I go to school and I meet people and friends and we talk and we laugh, and I actually feel like I'm a part of them. And I actually start to feel okay and that maybe these are the people I'm going to be able to share my thoughts with and people who will actually be there for me when I need them. And everything's fine and maybe happiness starts to creep into my heart. But then I go back the next day, expecting things to feel the same for me, but then they share their own jokes and ignore me and tell me mean things, and I'm not so sure whether I should be there. Then I think that it's probably best to be alone but I don't want to be alone. It feels conflicting and I really wonder what's happening because I can't keep up with how this pandemonium swings. 

xoxo,

me