Hello, I shall compose a story now, since I am home rather early and the rest of the school is probably having PTM soon. I am really happy! Ran 5.5 km today in the gym. Well, I do know that it is indeed a lot easier in the gym, and I would love running in the outdoors too but enduring the sun during school hours is simply unbearable. Haha! Shall run outdoors when I am free on weekends.

Alright, I shall tell you about my fitness level which you probably are unconcerned about.
Oh yeah, I found out my position for Cross Country and I actually got 12th! I was extremely disappointed because on that day, I did not make it into the Top Ten even though I knew I was faster than the J1s who got into it, hence the great disappointment. Haha, Evelyn got 11th and we are the sad ones who did not get any medal nor recognition! ): Wouldn't even have known if I did not ask the teacher. Well, I have trained insanely after that and I am sure I am much faster now. (:

Now for my story. I was thinking that perhaps I should write from a male's point of view. Pretty sure that that story would sound as though it were composed by effeminate male though. I wonder. Often times, I would have a story in my head at odd timings when I am far away from the computer, and when I actually sit in front of the screen, I decide not to post it. Rationality.
Ta-da.

"Pen and Paper"

Before I forget the events that transpired, I shall quickly note them down. I feel as though my memories would slip away before I can jot them down. No, no. It cannot happen. I don't want to lose it, it must stay close. I think that if I write it down, perhaps I can have some rein over my emotions. Maybe, but then again, how can emotions be real? It is all chemicals. I learnt it from the textbook, and then my teacher told me there is no such thing as love, just chemical reactions.
What do I believe? I went out just now. No, I believe. I believe it is I who controls everything I believe in. Yes, if I tell myself I will get that, so I will. Yes, yes. Quickly now. I remember that day. It was a strange day. Odd, but not yet strange, because it was just different. I would not have seen you on normal days. No, yes, but no, things like that can be created. Then again, who creates it? You, or I? Do I really want that? I made myself feel that way. I just wanted to. Perhaps subconsciously, (or is it really the conscious mind?) I did not want it. There must have been an action which turned it away. Is that? No, I am not penning it down. It is too dangerous. It is evidence, that I have felt this way before. No, I cannot have that. I need control. No evidence shall bring me away from my aims.

I stopped writing. I just bought a lighter just now. Somehow I went out to buy a shirt, but could not find it and I saw a lighter. I bought it, and it will come in handy now. Slowly, I took the lighter out and pressed it. Sparks. Yes, burn the evidence. Let it burn, let it be consumed. I saw how the flames engulfed the side, and then it stopped. Why? Is that a sign to tell me evidence can NEVER be removed? What the heck. No, It must burn. I'll take the pen and cancell it so it'll be hidden. Wait, did that happen in the past or am I cancelling my words now? I do not know. I merely remember something, something about the ligher. Oh no, what's happening. I must find that paper. I must cancel it off, I must burn it. No, no, where is it?

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Haha, that is example of mad writing.
Okay, have fun! :D