Trying to be good even though I'm not that good, trying to
be nice although I'm not perfect.
I just scared to admit that I too am a bad person.
Always I put a mask of happiness instead.
The island of my boredom really bordered me a lot lately.
I guess people like me just like a reptile, kind of cold
blooded but at the same time its warm.
The mood and emotion waved inside of me.
Life is not easy. So don’t be so carefree and ignorant.
People all around are forcing themselves to move forward, and here I am, being
selfish, try to not let it affect my conscience and senses.
I love to live, but I'm not living in it. Too amused of getting
an A rather than joining any activities, too desperate of being a nice student
and friend while I let my other self disappointed. I lack knowledge and I know
it, I lack in everything but guess what? Luck is always beside me. I got almost
straight A, I got high mark in assignments without even trying to work extra
hard. It just like I'm dependent on others but not myself. Annoyed by it but
still I don’t do anything. Guess I need to work harder.
The positive side:
even without a lot of reading, I do write
a lot. Novels, short stories and sometimes poems, it’s nice to be a language
student. I learn along the way.
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