I think,

the main reason why I cried was because I didn't want to change.

I didn't want to leave this school,

I'd rather get those nags from Mr Cheah.

I don't want to make new friends,

I just wanna stick with my close buds'.

I don't want to make wrong decisions.

I don't want to fall in love,

I don't want to make wrong friend choices,

and end up being an ahlian.

Then my friends would influence me,

I would go do bad things

and maybe even go to jail.

I don't want to grow up.

I want to be silly, immature, and happy,

no need to worry about 9 subjects,

projects, CCA, peer pressure.

No, I don't want to.

Yes, I know we have to move on and you might think I'm being

so absurd,

but thats just how I feel.

God has created and arranged 41 of us, including Mr K. ,

to be in 6 compassion.

I may have not cherished it,

may have regretted not spending more time with friends rather

than quarreling, being so self-centered and an attention-seeker.

But we all have to live with regrets,

and I know I have to move on.