2 Months Left.

To the much dreaded NS.
Bye freedom.
Hi measly pay.
Bye my hair.
Hi Tekong.
Bye my love.








Whenever I took out my phone and want to msg you, I pressed cancel and put away my phone. It's not because I have given you up, it's because I have ran out of topic to talk with you. I wished we were back in school, where we used to talk more often. When will I have the courage to tell her?
When?