I haven't found the time for blogging anymore. School life is a total time-muncher. Om nom nom nom. Every second is a drag, and a reminder that there's still so much work to do. It's only been one month but already, we're hunched with schoolwork. I hope I'm subconsciously exaggerating but you know nothing about the agonizing staircase in the high school building, or the English teacher who alters the pronunciation of scarce every year. (And I'd bet she wouldn't interpret Shakespeare the way she's paid to do.)
I've absolutely no time to draw conclusions from my hypotheses. I hope that side of me won't be shaken by school. That defines who I am and without that, I'm a zero to the left of a decimal point, or insignificant, in non-figurative words. Once I return to blogging, I'll construct more word walls. With or without sense, I'll build those and secure my one-member niche.
Maybe I'll get to grow while I'm in my blogless life. I'm sick of this soliloquy anyway. Wouldn't it be nice if I get back here with new lives, new stories and new styles? I always promise myself that but it never happens. I'll make sure it'll come to life this time. Here's a quick goodbye because dreamworld is calling me, at... half-past nine in the evening?
I've a newfound sister, by the way. She's the nicest person I've met, and we're both journalists for the school paper. I hope you'd get to meet her too, even if it's far from the realm of possibility. She's who I want to be like three years from now, and she makes school seem a lot less like Gehenna. Perfect person, FYI and IMO. I just thought I'd mention the existence of these kinds of people.
I'll be back soon enough. Pray time will sharpen my head. :)
I've absolutely no time to draw conclusions from my hypotheses. I hope that side of me won't be shaken by school. That defines who I am and without that, I'm a zero to the left of a decimal point, or insignificant, in non-figurative words. Once I return to blogging, I'll construct more word walls. With or without sense, I'll build those and secure my one-member niche.
Maybe I'll get to grow while I'm in my blogless life. I'm sick of this soliloquy anyway. Wouldn't it be nice if I get back here with new lives, new stories and new styles? I always promise myself that but it never happens. I'll make sure it'll come to life this time. Here's a quick goodbye because dreamworld is calling me, at... half-past nine in the evening?
I've a newfound sister, by the way. She's the nicest person I've met, and we're both journalists for the school paper. I hope you'd get to meet her too, even if it's far from the realm of possibility. She's who I want to be like three years from now, and she makes school seem a lot less like Gehenna. Perfect person, FYI and IMO. I just thought I'd mention the existence of these kinds of people.
I'll be back soon enough. Pray time will sharpen my head. :)
