I've been wanting to write here for a very long time. Tried a few times, but words get choked up after two sentences.
Been going to school and out with friends the past week, and finally had time to sleep in today.
Woke up at 2, and been lazing around since.
Mulled over what has been a hectic but quiet semester, and besides turning my sleep cycle upside down, the past six months since dad left made me develop a sense of self-pity. I kept on thinking that because life had dealt me bad cards, good cards will come along soon. I waited for bad days to pass, and happy days to come, and when happy days come, I waited for happier days to come.
I just could not feel satisfied with what life gave me, and life felt sluggish and stagnant. The past week of outings and fun did cheer me up, and made me realise that if I want things, I have to make them. I want fun; make fun. I want time; make time. I want results; make results.
I'm sorry to people whom I've let down the past semester. Especially to closer friends.
Will try to be a more pro-active and happier person :)
