I had been hating school.

If it's not him, I guess, I would still be.

I hate the way people talked behind my back, though I ignored and pretended not to know.
There's many thing that I wish everyone to know, but I could not say.

But now, we're all leaving, graduating.
Everything, will end here.

You can talk all you want, but you can't prove a shit.

Thanks for being so obsessed with me.

I never did want people to call me a model when I'm not a thing yet.
I never did, thought of letting my schoolmates to know either.
It's awkward, when they asked me about modelling.
I'm just, a girl, in the photo.
A girl, that was expressing herself in her photos.

Now, I can finally do what I want.