I used to write a lot more when I had more time to do so. Now it seems like nothing is ever done! Everytime I’m finish with one task, three more tasks appear…I don’t know whether or not I should be stressed, but I feel like I want my High School life back. When I was in High School, those tasks didn’t mean anything, it was all little tiny homeworks, no responsibility and I don’t need to worry about what I would/need to do for the weekend.
I really miss my old friends, I miss the fact I could be carefree, smile and be happy without worrying whether or not I have to read four chapters in one day, or if I have a huge law test to take.
I don’t think I’m happy. I don’t want to say I’m unhappy, but just not happy.
Plain people will always stay plain, and they will never understand the interesting people. Just like water with oil.
I’ll make water mix with oil, no matter how many times I’ll stir it.
I’ll keep stirring.