I often ask myself, what's the purpose to live? Is it because it's meaningless to live in this world, or is it because I have dumb luck? Life is all about questions.
I used to like to go to school, because it was fun to be with the friends you cherish. And when you get in trouble, you have someone to get in trouble with. But that's not all...607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡteH3mMLHpj
My friend, Celine. She was the smart girl type. She's the friend I relied on during high school. Even though I know she hates me, well at least just a little bit, she was honest and helpful.
"Hey. To be honest, I really hated the way you talk, it makes me want to hit you. And although you have good grades, you still only take part on a little part of our group projects. I think you should change this attitude, since fights break out very often in our group and it always have to be involved with you." Celine said quietly as she was sitting beside me.
I know, I acknowledge that it's sometimes my fault. Celine is the type to be very honest but harsh to everyone, and I think this is for all of our sake. But, I am not that cheap to change my personality completely just to fit "just nice" into a group. It may have been my fault, but nobody wants to take the blame from me either. It's just as its like I indeed, was the one at fault every time. 607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczV6QzGIUS
And just recently, she also gave me a piece of advise. She was honest this time too, but it made a hole in my heart.607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb38mwwL1Nd
"I think you should really sit with the Indian girls next year, instead of sitting with us or even the other Chinese girls group. Quote, 'Wherever Rosemary goes, I'm leaving that place.' All of the Chinese girls hate you." She whispered to me, and she walked away.
My heart was tore apart every time a fight, or something like this happens. And no matter how I stitch it back, it won't heal.
I pretend I'm fine every day at school. No matter what happens, even if I was ignored multiple times in a conversation that I probably don't belong to, on the verge of breaking a tear, or just simply abandoned during walks around the school. I just pretend I'm fine, even if I'm not. After all, nobody cares.607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd79jWglW9j
Only the Indians in my class were kind to me. Even if they get advices from other girls to stay away from me, they will always give me a helping hand. Even if I was abandoned at a walk around to school during recess, they would always turn around, using their hands to signal me to come to them. They are my true friends, they don't care how I look, how reckless I am, they just like just the way I am. And that's what really matters.
In races, it doesn't matter if you are a Chinese, a Malay or an Indian. You will always be welcomed, just the way you are.
And that's why, it's Truly Malaysia. 🇲🇾
[Writer's Note: Ah, this is suppose to be the ending. And it was originally for my depression and the celebration of 60 Years of Malaysia which was 31st August. That kinda already passed, I didn't make it on time. Hehe~! Anyways, Happy Belated Merdeka for all the Malaysians out there. 607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVWTDNJk4x
Addition Note: There will be extras, but this issue will always remain as an ending for this story. So stay tuned for more in this story~! And a big thanks to the people who had read this story!]607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT2jXaFNZm2
