Dum Dee Dum...i'm seventeen and i hate pink. I possess a mental phonebook with twenty-three contacts of people who matters. I have a fetish for all sorts of musical instruments. I aspire to be an accomplished pianist and harpist by my own standards. I live in my own self-created society that lauds nothing but individualism & independence. I seem to contradict myself every moment and leave everyone else confused and shrouded. Despite everything that frustrates the hell outta the people around, I'm madly in love with myself.
i saw someone, who was once a somebody to me, today.
it made me wanna try and salvage everything possible, this very moment, this very second, and every other second thereafter, to try and keep the somebody today still a somebody tomorrow and not a once a somebody. but i was told to shut up and sit still and let us die if it really is heading that way. i believe, based on nothing but pure faith, that it's not, and it will not be, at least in the short run. but it's frightening to think that maybe tmr or someday soon, i'd realise how foolish and naive i had been. and that same familiar feeling, of being conned by life itself, will return once again. and then i can foresee myself wonder, why is it that i never learn despite all these countless lessons, why is it that i let myself get tricked by the laws governing destiny time and again? and i tend to foresee alot these days.
i wish i could get over and done with prelims as soon as possible, regardless of whether i'm prepared or not, and i'm obviously not.
may god protect me should i fail to do so.
i fear that if this goes on, we'd end up total strangers that walk past without acknowledging each other...
