[ something to tell ]

there is one thing i wanna tell out. but dont misunderstand, i just tell out my feelings. and this is my personal things, you all dont have right to print my post to show pupils or teachers. but i'm not gonna scold who ever now. just wanna relax my heart, after telling out, i will be more comfortable. okay here i start the story. i still cant accept the truth that everyday pupils calling me different type of mrs. why? what i've done? and all those mrs with those surnames that they had called, i also dont like. not even one. why? what i've done? can you all stop making all these nonsense? please. is so annoying. the reason why i never tell out what mrs they called me because later people think that i perasan. i rather let people keep asking better then people keep saying. i just need your help. stop making all these nonsense. one person say, two person know. two person say, three person know. and at last, the whole year six knew bout it. and everybody were keep thinking that i like that person. who ever is it, i also dont like. i'm not like you all, everyday keep thinking bout love. i'm just twelve years old okay. in school, i laugh with boys, then people thought that i like that boy. is that any wrong when i laugh with boys? girls and boys are also my friends. not love. this morning in canteen, wai kit go push nikhil to bang me. so what now? means i like nikhil? shyt you. then the nikhil push wai kit bang me. means i like wai kit la? shyt you. wtf. like this afternoon in school, the kar lun go push the korean boy to me. means what? so you all mean that i like that person la? last time, jun jian push kar lun and he fells in front of me. i know what they think. sure think that i like the kar lun one ma. shyt you. that time i already saw that gang of people, me and kar yen somemore walk a side when pass by them. then they still push kar lun want bang me. but i lucky i escape from the accident. and kar lun step till kar yen's leg. what are all these? you all also twelve years old one okay, just twelve years old, talking bout love. shyt you. stop making nonsense. cant stand. hmm. what i want to tell is just all these. gtg. bb.