I miss our gray uniforms. I miss our awkward school bell's ringing. I miss our silly class teacher. I miss our social corridor. I miss our eat-sleep-repeat along study time. I miss my second home, the place I spent my everyday these past three years, when less people faking and more people caring does count. I miss what it used to be.
Maybe I wasn't that smart that I blew my dream being a dentist. Maybe I wasn't that nice that I had some haters talking me behind. Maybe I wasn't that great that my boyfriend leaving me back then. Maybe I was trashing everywhere due those memorable past, but I've got countless things repaid that now I can finally see. I lived my life as I wanted to be. And I proudly say... it's much worth it. I have many stories to tell both in bittersweet, and foremost I have found people I could call them friends. Trust me, they can't be defined as much as you meet them, or as much as you're spending time together. They simply are just like stars; sometimes you can't see them but you know exactly they will always be there.
I bet you won't be having any greater lines than what High School wrote on your book.
Maybe I wasn't that smart that I blew my dream being a dentist. Maybe I wasn't that nice that I had some haters talking me behind. Maybe I wasn't that great that my boyfriend leaving me back then. Maybe I was trashing everywhere due those memorable past, but I've got countless things repaid that now I can finally see. I lived my life as I wanted to be. And I proudly say... it's much worth it. I have many stories to tell both in bittersweet, and foremost I have found people I could call them friends. Trust me, they can't be defined as much as you meet them, or as much as you're spending time together. They simply are just like stars; sometimes you can't see them but you know exactly they will always be there.
I bet you won't be having any greater lines than what High School wrote on your book.
