And suddenly the thought of death is somehow bestowed on me.. maybe through the most ridiculous dreams I've ever had.. Or perhaps it's the "Death Note" mangas I've been reading.
I don't care if I'm gonna die first. The only thing I wish is to have met you earlier.
All of a sudden my life seems so packed. There's this sudden anxiety about going back to school and you know, being put into a whole brand new institution. Well, not entirely new but after these 2 years, think many will be nervous to some extent.
This is the last chance man. I've gotta do it. Persevere for 3,4 years. No more excuses.
And damn. I want to do my music too. I want to travel. I want to be with my family, I want to see my relatives, I want to stick around with my friends. And maybe it's so true that I cling onto things too much, too often. Gotta learn to let go.
But motherfuckers you don't understand the magnitude, the severity of this shit.
And lol on a side note, think I've gotta learn to let go of that pride and learn to apologize. But I really didn't feel as though I made any contact at all. But since it's been proven that you've hurt yourself in the process, I'm sorry I wasn't the one who apologized first.
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