@poisedaisy




Monday, April 8, 2013

blow.

I AM TIRED.

I've a pile of assignments and i'm going crazy, definitely exhausted with the amount of work that's due soon, yes, i am going crazy. I am.

Supposedly, I was supposed to burn the night oil, to stay awake, but I can't. I can't do this "overload amount of work". I never liked piling projects, but it's all going too fast, this year's going too fast, classes are soon to be over. My 50 day of lessons are coming to an end. I don't know what to expect, one of my friend told me "come on, who are you kidding, we are all in private school, friends here are like those transiting in lives, we will not stay together after we graduated, trust me, we won't". I'm not the sort of girl who likes friendships to disappear after a long journey. Probably CFS isn't a long one it's just gonna be 50days, but what else can I do. Time's in no man's hands.

Aside from school work, I've so many things on my mind, and I don't know what I'm gonna do, it's sooooo irritating, like you try to clear your mind from the "mind blocks and blanks". I'm probably not in the mood for a post, but the picture above actually describes it all.

I've learnt so much in the past month, thank you all who taught me all sort of craps in life. I realized how much I miss being in a girls school, where everything was bitchy and just way easier, but I realized I was too munch in my own comfort, where I loved only the presence of girls and all things girly where everything was "can can can", but yet now you've to draw boundaries and for a start, I don't know what boundaries are anymore. sigh.

I'm having the worst 2013 week, could anyone make me feel much more motivated.




Today, you should know that I miss you most when I'm having bad days, I miss you so much. I miss the "Let's elope together to end of your bad day". I miss you so much, sometimes I wonder if you actually changed your number, cause i'm waiting, still waiting for your return. It was much easier when you were around, where everything was just filled with roses. I miss you, so much that it kills.


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