My Christmas wasn't a very merry one. New Year will most likely be the same.
I've had a bit of thought about what I want to do after next year.
It drives me crazy getting old.
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets.
And I've never felt more alone, it feels so scary getting old.
I'll be spending even less time here. I don't feel bad about that at all. This should be the way.
I have quite a few resolutions, which I have written in my diary but will not be sharing here.
I don't know if I have the diligence, dedication and determination to fulfill them, however.
But I've run out of time, I have no choice but to turn over a new leaf.
Looking back on this year, I don't think I've learnt much from school. But I've learnt quite a bit outside, elsewhere. The world is not in our books, it's out there.
This year, there are a lot of things I want and have to do. No more wasting time, this is my last chance.
School starts day after tomorrow.
School starts day after tomorrow.
I can only hope that I will take myself seriously this year.
Good luck, Rachel Océane Wong Yen Yi.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year.
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