Ouch.

When I was about to move from my seat to leave the bus, I knocked my head! Well, that's normal. Then somehow, I sort of slipped in the bus!

What the hell. Damn pain.

I'm not talking about my head or my sandals.
I'm referring to my pride.

Ouch.

This one group of boys around my age, looked at me, smiled... and finally laughed!

Double ouch.

I'm such a klutz. Haihz.
My legs and hands got a lot of scarsssssssssssssss and bruisesssssssssss. T____T
Especially after I started working.

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I've already made up my mind right? Why can't I go straight to point and ask? I was all annoyed this afternoon.. but why did I let everything pass when we went back this evening?

You don't remember don't you?