Monday, July 31, 2006
maybe its the writer's block.
but, truth is, i dont want to pen down the happenings recently, simply because it is written proof of how time is passing me by.
call me chicken, i cant deal with going back to school again after these three months. and oddly, this is worse than the 8month break after Alevels. i wanted for school to start then. the endless possibilities, the promise of new forged friendships and a new life, basically.
now, all i want, is for my holidays to be longer. maybe the first year put me off. or maybe, i just no longer see myself being able to toil through all that again, and again. yet looking around me, i seem to be alone in this dreadful mess. and perhaps that is true. but ive screwed up, what can i say. things i shouldnt have done, i did. things i should have done, i did not.
and what i really want to say is,
i just want to leave,
and be away.
Monday, July 31, 2006
maybe its the writer's block.
but, truth is, i dont want to pen down the happenings recently, simply because it is written proof of how time is passing me by.
call me chicken, i cant deal with going back to school again after these three months. and oddly, this is worse than the 8month break after Alevels. i wanted for school to start then. the endless possibilities, the promise of new forged friendships and a new life, basically.
now, all i want, is for my holidays to be longer. maybe the first year put me off. or maybe, i just no longer see myself being able to toil through all that again, and again. yet looking around me, i seem to be alone in this dreadful mess. and perhaps that is true. but ive screwed up, what can i say. things i shouldnt have done, i did. things i should have done, i did not.
and what i really want to say is,
i just want to leave,
and be away.
