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it’s already your bedtime and even the only person you’re talking to is asleep you’re still up thinking what the hell are you still awake of.
and then you start throwing out the bulk of clothes out of your closet looking for something. aha! i found my dearest friend. the non-living witness of all your thoughts.
to cut the drama of, i was thinking about myself. it all started during our last period discussion with a professor who happens to be a very good speaker. not only in terms of class discussion but moreover in life itself. have i been a better person? my answer is no. shh. own cause, own fault. the answer that i never wanted to end up with. in my everyday routine, at school,at home ( i must say social life cannot really exist in my way of living) it’s always the same. am i contented with it? again, no. though some would say, im good at school. good is not better. i need to be the best. and best is perfect(for me). i want to be someone whom i would satisfy myself. and to end my thoughts for the night, i said to myself, I WOULD BE A BETTER PERSON.
“the perfect critic of yourself is yourself”
~mac|uncanny.02.06.12
i prefer the other version. the sad version. :(
it kinda make you feel relax although it’ll make you feel like your on your own.
it’s already your bedtime and even the only person you’re talking to is asleep you’re still up thinking what the hell are you still awake of.
and then you start throwing out the bulk of clothes out of your closet looking for something. aha! i found my dearest friend. the non-living witness of all your thoughts.
to cut the drama of, i was thinking about myself. it all started during our last period discussion with a professor who happens to be a very good speaker. not only in terms of class discussion but moreover in life itself. have i been a better person? my answer is no. shh. own cause, own fault. the answer that i never wanted to end up with. in my everyday routine, at school,at home ( i must say social life cannot really exist in my way of living) it’s always the same. am i contented with it? again, no. though some would say, im good at school. good is not better. i need to be the best. and best is perfect(for me). i want to be someone whom i would satisfy myself. and to end my thoughts for the night, i said to myself, I WOULD BE A BETTER PERSON.
“the perfect critic of yourself is yourself”
~mac|uncanny.02.06.12
Your handwriting in the introduction:
Your handwriting in the last paragraph:
So true. But there is this person I know whose handwriting never gets ugly. Always neat and pretty. Writing fast or writing slow.
~ guilty. :3
