im-PERFECT
This isn't about a perfect life of a perfect girl. This is about a blessed life of an imperfect girl who has a PERFECT GOD as her only Saviour and Father.
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STATIC
Alarm rings me up every morning at 5. I turn it off because of the same extreme sleepy feeling that always strikes me everyday. My mum comes and makes me listen to the same morning lecturer about being discipline. I run to the same bathroom and take a bath in a rush because it’s 5:30 already. I get dress in the same boring uniform model, wear the same checked-pattern vest, and wear the same black sneakers on my foot. I put the same heavy text books, the same school diary, and the same blue-green Tupperware bottle to the same backpack. As usual, I have a glass of milk and juice served in the same glasses for my breakfast. I depart to the same school at 6:30 and arrive there precisely at 6:45. I run like a marathon runner (if I’m not fast enough, I have to come at 6:30 the next day) through the same 2-level-stairs and long corridors that lead me to the same class that full of smart geeks teenagers. I sit on a seat in the same back row among some freak boys who produce the same loud voices of extremely funny jokes. I end up sitting and daydreaming, thinking, talking to my self, laughing at the boys’ jokes, following the lessons unwillingly for the rest of class.
SO STATIC. VERY BORING.
Someone, please help me outta this static life! I long for a new thing. I want to do fun plus useful activities since I get bored easily. :s
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Promise Maker
WARNING!
This isn’t so important.
This is just a reflection of regret and anger of a very imperfect girl.
This is kind of like trash and you don’t even need to read this.
Well, you’d better don’t read this. But it’s up to you. The choice is yours.
