School work is killing me.
and this particular teacher is killing me more.
i regret going back to school.
I rather work my ass off.
Sigh.
What should i do now!
I miss secondary school, i miss primary school.
what should i do.
the life there was so simple, yet easy as well.
Thinking about my young school life now.
All the "stead" thingy is so funny
i wonder y is it call "stead" during that age of time.
Weird.
all the friends,
conflicts,
is like so long ago.
wearing school uniform is boring.
who even call teacher by names in secondary or primary school, like in polytechnic or let's say tertiary schools!
I jus hope, i will have a better life now.
with school, stress and so on,
I'm not happy.
not the real happiness that i want.
sigh.
I miss alot of stuff.
I miss people.
All the thinking back,
remind me of my past relationships.
and yeap, getting emo now.
from straight, to les.
I wonder.
will i remind as a les forever?
or will i still wan to get married and have kids?
I'm like 22 this year,
and my sister jus gotten married. okay may call engaged.
(she is still sharing a fucking room with me)
She is only 24 this year.
Young age to get married huh.
hmm.
how's the feeling of jgetting married, and don't worry about anything as long as have a nice and good family.
your own family.
(may not inculdes your own children)
Hmm.
Well.
Emo emo emo.
My bed is in a mess now.
with bags, and notes and drawings and so on.
sigh.
Help.
I need a stable support now.
But yet,
I don't even have one,
not one that is stable enough for me.
Maybe my standard is jus too high.
and for people like me,
god wont give support to me.
I guess.
Why?
I don't know.
Jus natural instinct.
My instinct jus tells me that,
If i really have a support,
That is the time whereby i'm like very old already.
Haha.
oh well.
It's 5 am in the morning and i still havent sleep.
I guess i need to get some sleep soon, and wakes up in the morning or afternoon to complete my work.
I miss....
whatever i used to have.
sigh.
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