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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Fit

Even though my mind is always lost in the past, I know someday, no matter how long it takes, all the memories will drift away like water running down a river stream.

It took me a whole year to get adjusted to secondary school life. But after I finally did, things were really very rewarding. If I had to choose all over again, I would still go to Fuhua (unless if I scored really well, in which case I might have chosen to go to a girls' school - not gonna disclose which one here).

I haven't been trying very hard to assimilate into my school and course because deep inside, I have always known that sooner or later, I would leave.

From the first moments since I stepped foot into FMS, my inner voice has been diligently chanting this mantra - "I don't belong here, I don't fit in here, why am I surrounded by all these weird people".

I am unable to decide if the reason why I cannot fit in is because I've been telling myself that I cannot, or if it's because I am just a bad fit for this.

Therein lies the contradiction of my situation.



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