I’m the girl who behaves like a princess, but lives like a pauper.
I’m the girl who wanted things because they are in vogue and who rejected them with equal passion because I realised I never needed them in the first place.
I’m the girl who drank too much ribena for my own good.
I’m the girl who wondered if you loved me when you said you would not send me to the hospital if I choked on bones because you’re too poor to afford the bill.
I’m the girl who remembers the way you taunted me because I said ‘remedial’ when I meant ‘supplementary class’- damn you and your perfect vocab.
I’m the girl who still carries the bag you gave me (it’s 10 years old now).
I’m the girl who couldn’t help you when you writhed in pain after your surgery and never told you that the aforementioned image still haunts me to this day.
I’m the girl who loved the way you made the class laugh and the way you laughed.
I’m the girl who wondered why you turned so cold to me after a mere 2 month break.
I’m the girl who loves the black and white uniform but hated almost everyone around me who wore it.
I’m the girl who reads a lot.
I’m the girl who doesn’t understand why you were angry at me.
I’m the girl who said I liked you as more than a friend, and wanted to cry after your rejection but found that no tears would come.
I’m the girl who wanted to drink bleach so that I could go to the hospital and skip school for a little while more.
I’m the girl who hasn’t rode on a roller coaster before.
I’m the girl who regretted not being a better chemistry student when you said you had to leave.
I’m the girl who wanted to take care of others and abruptly realised that I have to learn to take care of myself first.
I’m the girl who cried when you couldn’t fufill your promise.
I’m the girl.
