The World's A Masque
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Suddenly, i wished i were back in 2005, sitting in the alumni room studying Biology with Rezwana while Lydia was reciting important History Facts.
I lack that familiarity. I yearn that familiarity. I'm not ashamed to say that I've come into terms with the culture shock in my new class. Yes. Indeed. Certainly. I'm not trying hard to assimilate myself within, but why bother, when adaptation falls short. Tragically, I'm starting to see where my insecurities are leading me. Trenches filled with sloth and envy.
'Fuck' pretty much sums it all.
I was never good with moving on, in all aspects of the concept. I see my Lit falling apart.
I'm more than happy to be in Pre-U Sem, yet seeing the people in it together with me, makes me reconsider my option in the first place. Plastered with pretentious fronts and thick twangs, I seem like the average Joe beside any of them. Maybe pessimism coupled with over-judgment are clouding my perceptions.
I can't believe its my third year in this "heavenly" college. And the future that beckons? Simply daunting.
Oh fuck it. Seriously. I'm tired of being a puss ( or a wuss, whatever. )
I'm such a fucking hypocrite.
Gosh, "fuck" is such a therapeutic term * insert fake smiley face here so everyone thinks you're alright but instead you're slitting your wrists in harmony with Earth's routine *
caught a razor butterfly at - 9:22 PM |
