Because I'm still living in my past, I can't get out yet. I'm stuck.

Because it's hard to move on.

Because this is like a strong strain of virus. I'm not sure when I'm gonna recover.

Till then, I shouldn't infect people. I'll quarantine myself.

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The sun doesn't shine for you.

The wind doesn't blow for you.

The birds don't sing for you.

The world doesn't stop because you did. It moves on.

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Meet Rylle. She's 163cm. 41kg.

She's from SA too.

She's my dance friend.

Her parents aren't as strict as mine. Her parents let her stay out as long as she wants, as regularly as she wants.

She stays in a landed property. She has WII at home! Her parents let her friends stay over all the time.

She's pretty. With long dark brown hair. Eyes bigger than mine and good complexion.

Her features are sharp. Deep brown eyes.

She's slim. Good figure. I bet she's a B or C. Her waist is so small. She says she wears size 6.

She's so smart. She scored AABB and B for GP. She scored B for both PW and chinese. She took the same combination as me! =)

She's so well-liked. She knows like half the school. And people always tell her stuff. Ask her out. Yada yada.

She's got a boyfriend. He's quite handsome actually. I've never seen him in person before. Just pictures.

She's got a lot of cool clothes. Dresses and all. Sometimes I borrow her stuff.

Rylle's got this accent. Not very strong. Texan. She speaks like a true blue Singaporean when she's with me and with other good friends too. But I've seen her use her accent when interacting with strangers. Haha. Sometimes I do hear the accent when she speaks to me, but I guess she's too used to it, sometimes she doesn't realise.

Rylle's my good friend.

She was the only one who knew how I really felt about everything that happened recently. I didn't tell her but she knew.

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I escaped. I just didn't know how to handle it.

Everybody's so happy. Just not me. The happiness reminded me of my failures.

Everyone is so smart. Smarter than me.

They're more able to laugh and enjoy themselves without me.

I just kill the air.

I'm sorry.

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I JUST CAN'T WALK OUT OF IT ON MY OWN.

I JUST NEED ONE HUG.

ONE HUG. And a shoulder to cry on.

Every since the results. I haven't let it all out, how I really feel.

I've been holding my tears.

I just need to let it out.

Somebody please.

I guess not.