Alam kong maaga akong naging malandi noon. Imagine that at age six I had a crush on him, and when our graduation came, I confessed to him, thinking that we could be together. Natakot ako noon na kapag tapos na ang graduation ay hindi ko na siya makita ulit.
I hate my grade six self, okay? Noong nag-mature na ako na-realize ko na mali ako at nagpasalamat ako na hindi niya sineryoso ang confession kong 'yon, and he rejected me in the most disgusting way. I'm thankful because he's a dignified guy and he did not take my innocent mind for granted. But still, I loathe him.
Nakarating ako sa room namin for the next subject. Wala pa ang professor namin, pero puno na ang room namin na sobrang nakakapanibago. Madalas maraming absent sa'min at marami ang bakanteng upuan pero ngayon halos wala na
