You know the Os are like over.
well, not really yet, but soon enough.
the things that i'm going to do on this thursday is to go to the polyclinic and see a doctor.
how interesting...
when i am supposed to have the freedom in the world, i go and see a doctor.
the next day is my prom and my mom can't really come back home so early to help me with my makeup and stuff, so i'm all for myself and hopefully don't screw up and destroy my face.
i'm suppose to feel happy and excited and stuff but i don't for some particular reason.
I WANT TO STUDY AGAIN.
at least i can keep my mind of the feeling of being so ...
and don't tell me about the emo-ing stuff :(
i know this post is like emo or something, but i'm not in the mood today. i feel everything is just getting really bland for some reason. maybe i should just go to the beach myself and cycle myself around and wave and hug myself goodbye when i leave the beach.
ugh.
somedays you just have to look at yourself and think.
think about how you either screwed up your life or think about the good stuff or think about how you are going to change your life. I HAVE TO SERIOUSLY CHANGE MY LIFE.
ha, that reminded my of the literature unseen prose for the O levels.
"I'm Andy!, I'm Andy!"
"I'm Anthea! I'm Anthea!"
do people know me for someone that i'm not?
people think that you always have to smile, cause it's the anthea way. People think that i'm some super happy girl that have no problems. even i myself, thought that there were no longer any problems in my life. but oh. how seriously wrong i was. i had so many different complexes. too many to count.
I knew i changed, i tried to remove my past and really start things afresh. but then sometimes, when i try to be renewed again, there are some people here that still look at your past and judge you on them. they are so blinded by the new change that you underwent and is just kept behind this huge curtain and continues to judge you according to your past. along the way when you try so hard to transform, these people contine to rain blows and blows on you.
sometimes you feel like giving up, sometimes you feel like crying. sometimes you decide to wallow in your own self-pity. But thats when i find solitude in Jesus, and i am super grateful 
i TRY to be happy, I TRY TO BE ANTHEA but sometimes i feel sick and tired to living up to people's standards and thinking about it, i think somehow along the way i tried too hard, to the extent that i actually lost myself in the process.
"Anthea! go find yourself!"
"sorry, i can't."
god, help me.