Been dragging myself to school from monday to wednesday (I still and especially detest the jouney home when the bus will be cramped with sec boys and the scarce air permeated with the pungent stench of their fully-sweat-soaked shirt. It's an hour of sick nausea. Shit.) then slacking for the rest of the week. I literally am s-l-a-c-k-i-n-g. I would stare at the lappie with no idea what to do, stare at the ceiling when insomia kicks in, stare at nothing when I'm bored staring at the ceiling.I just sit there and stare till the sun comes up.
When I wake, the same routine continues. I stare at the tv, the com, the ceiling and then at nothing.
This leaves me with a lot of time at hand to do much thinking and therefore the slight emo. Probably because the road's coming to an end for my years as a teen. Approaching the number "2_" is frightening. *Shudders*Is this it? Forever goodbye to the "1's"? (20 is my new 21, which explains anxiety. I almost cried. Yeahs, I know, like ??? ) With it, comes a hefty price - Resposibility. It sounds immensely cliché but nonetheless, a reality. Being responsible no longer only for myself but also for my family. Little signals here and there and realisation began to dawn on me. How much time can I still spend with the people around me now? I hate goodbyes but inevitably all things come to an end. Be it time with friends, family, all.
Wait: I HEREBY APOPLOGISE FOR THIS MELANCHOLIC POST. PLEASE PARDON.
Many things I would like to achieve in this life - some, I've missed the opportunity to do so, many too afraid to take the first step and for others, I simply didn't make enough effort to do so. I will try, give me time.
Wokays, I shall not dampen this wonderful day any further~ See, this is what you get what you have sooo much time. I'm just going back to staring.
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