Mar 5th [Sat]

Heyy... Ehmagod I finally found a trace of Brandon Chong. Thanks Peiqi! Kayy, whatever.
I'm mixed up.
Actually not. But yes. [See what I mean?]
I get these bouts of regret. Like now.
I'm missing 6f. I really really am.
I know what you're thinking - that I'm so fake right? Doing this just cos it's 'cool' to miss you pri sch.
But no. I'm serious. I miss our 6f-corner recesses. Where I never had to worry about eating alone cos I'd just have to go there and I'd be surrounded by the people I trust.
Or trusted.
I miss my friends. Or who I though were my friends. I hope they are, anyway. I can't say anything. Not cos I don't want to. Cos I can't. Cos I dn't know.
I don't know. Everyone's changing so fast. Nothing's real anymore.
I hope I change too. I don't wanna get left behind.
I hate the phrase 'I don't know'.
It's frightening.