Regret 28-6-2010

I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, once when my school starts after summer holiday; I'll stop spending so much time on him, no more phone calls, then our love will fade away.

I love him. I have to take care of my studying as well.

I regret it. I'm not talking about what I've done with him, or to love him, it's about how I've screwed up my life.

My last English paper came back today--Writing. Such a disaster. How could it happen? She got it by only one point. One point. One little point. One small number, that makes her marks higher than mine.

Who am I to blame? I brought things to this point with my own hands.
If I had refused dating him, I wouldn't have been in this situation. If I had practised writing more, I wouldn't have written so much wrong English.
I can't bear myself to be an imbecile.

Girl, laugh at me, laugh your lungs out. I don't mind you to insult me. Because this is the only chance you've got.

Studying is more important undoubtly, I know it, I've never taken this out of my head for one second. Then why did I make a wrong dicision? Haven knows. From now on, back to my own way, back to the life I belong to. No more fun, no more...... it takes too much.