who is a human? what are feelings? how tough are you? how weak are you?
if you can answer those questions, you’re probably not me.
since when did life start getting complicated? why can’t we just be like kids?
it’s because of two words:
GROWING UP.
guess that answers my questions.
am probably not going to tell you that life is good or life sucks or life is always the same (because it never is).
i care too much to not care.
if you want to dislike me even though i’m doing my best, then i have nothing to say. just make your life hell. you’re just going to suffer, if you think you’re a good person at teaching everyone.
you don’t bother about me. it’s like you’re biased against me. and i never did anything. would be best if i studied on my own, isn’t it? i know the language, anyway. not as if i just started learning it from you. thought you were a good teacher, having second thoughts now.
i’m a sucker for praises, don’t mind me, yeah?
i don’t really care about bacteria. i don’t care much for sports. (cos i’m a loser when it comes to them)
going to lose everything the next time i turn around, but that’s fine.
best for life to be easy and relaxed, best to let go of everything. let the walls fall.
it’s because of idiots and betrayers and bullies that we guard ourselves too much.
seriously, i am so serious and so confused now that i’m probably not going to take sides, not going to stand up for anyone. don’t know why i call you a friend, treat you like one but i don’t feel like you’re one.
i guess it’s just me.
have been quite serious really. still hiding all my feelings and that. less random now.
suddenly wonder what will happen if i run back to Singapore. life will probably be just about the same.
hopefully it wasn’t a waste of time and money coming all the way here.
actually, i doubt hope even exists at all.
it’s just meant to disappoint you.
why hope?
i am scoffing. in a really scoffing-ish mood.
seriously, what is life? what on Earth is it? it’s for you to enjoy, isn’t it?
life is not dramatic or traumatic or idiotic. (well, how funny, i’m making myself seem like an idiot.) so what is life? how are you supposed to be living? the way you are now? i don’t think so. there is obviously something more to everyone’s lives but we’re just so contented/ discontented that we don’t see it. or we search for it, but we don’t find it.
why do we have to strive for something everyday? why can’t we do things that we enjoy and are good at? maybe i should ask a better question: why is the world full of idiots?
i’m sorry that i’m rambling. i’ll try not to.
it’s probably 1324 hours at your side now. lunch or lessons?