Hi there blog. Ur probably wondering if I died, but I didn't. Prove, I'm here writing.
New year came a month or so ago, but I did not express my thoughts on the manner.
It does not matter, really. I'm almost of age, getting older, doing the things that meek humans do. This year was plain dull and not exciting, and I may have being fighting the leftover wires of depression, but I guess I accomplished a new sense of maturity. It's definetly not a year that I'll recall with vigorous effort, but it is nonetheless a year of my life. Id like to reciprocate next year, by doing everything humanly possible for me to enjoy my last year here.
You know my deep desire is to leave, but at the same time, I want my final days here to be enjoyable. I promise myself an year of adventure to follow, and accomplishing something I haven't before. As the end of year approaches, summer will come and it shall pass too. Sometimes there's a reminiscent of loneliness, of needing something to full fill this..void. But I realise I need time to rediscover my individuality and my persona, and despite my belief in living life everyday, youth is still predominant and I still have time on my side to live everything I ever wanted to. Like a bird that flies whenever it desires to, so will I.
Gay, the cheesiness.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment