Class is starting in approximately about 7 hours time and honestly, I'm not looking forward to that. I don't know how I transited from being excited about school in Year One, to this current state.
Because the start of something usually means it's the end of another thing, and I'm just a little scared for another thing to be this thing that matters alot to me. But then again, since when does what matters to me, matters to anybody anyway?
This holiday was amazing, I'm even surprised that I met up with long lost friends like Titz, and hung out more with a few other people that I would have never thought I would hang out with when I don't have a reason to leave my house because usually, these bunch of people are the kind where I will meet when we're already out running individual errands. And wow, that's a really long sentence. I guess that's what happens when I'm anxious, paranoid and dreading this school thang that I've been going through for a good 90% of my life.
I think I will miss you. Yeah I think I will. In fact I miss you already. I didn't really want to let you go that quickly, but given that school starts this week, which means I'm being banished to the land of no sleep, I think it's better to stop it now then later. I guess the reason why I'm up so late even when I have to be up so damn early in abit is pretty simple - because you're just a dream and when I wake up later, you're gonna be gone, like Christmas.
But you know what, I'm tired of myself already.
Goodnight Lynette,
I hope you survive, and be happy.
Your aim for this semester is to not breakdown - occasional teardropping at times of desperation is fine I guess, but c'monnnn you're better than that. The only salty thing you should be tasting is your beads of perspiration when you're working out.
Much love.
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