yawn 3 days to the end of the holidays and the start of the horrid cycle that makes me feel like committing suicide everytime i think about it. i have barely started on my homework (except lit which i finished ages ago, if only all homework was as easy to do as lit).
back to the nurseywursey school uni 5 days a week (dull), cca 3 days a week (exhausting), pdp and assembly once a week (YAY SLACK), CID once a week (omfg kill me), math every bloody day (the epitome of torture), wishing i was somewhere other than here (all the time).
i was so bored out of my mind recently and instead of doing homework, i went around stalking people on friendster. dont you think stalking sounds so much cooler than "viewing profiles of people"? some people are so omfgchio that they should go and die so i can feel better. genes are so unfair sometimes.
the book gobbler in me is satisfied cos i have been spamming library books recently. the one ive just finished is abstract sometimes but good all the same, good.
"There is not a name for what I'm feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water." -Teach Me by R.A. Nelson
certain people in my life have a very poignant memory attached to them. whenever i think of them, the memory comes rushing back. it can be good or it can be horrible. good that i feel forever-ly indebted to them for their niceness, horrible till the extent that whenever the person is around i feel extremely awkward.
now whenever and wherever your name pops up randomly, it just seems to hang in the air, surrounded by the floating words you said. the words that you probably didn't know made me feel so sad, the words that i will probably remember forever, the words that are attached to your name. it is impossible for me to feel normal near to you now, all because of those words. Do you feel the distance?