Four days have passed since school started. Some things have changed while others still stay the same. I am still trying to adjust myself, somehow for a while there I felt out of place, a misfit. Maybe it's just me but I know for sure that some things have happened and will never be the same like it used to be. Every semester is different than the other.
With only two subjects this semester, I have no reason to fail. I've plenty of time in my hands, with only two hours of classes everyday and a day off on Friday.
I am having trouble forming up words and forcing myself to think or do anything remotely useful with my time. I am at lost for words, with no ideas whatsoever. I am in no mood for words or stories. I've been neglecting my books for quite some now, failing to write almost every time I tell myself to. Perhaps I need to put a little bit more effort in what I am doing or what I intend to do.
I can still keep writing, only if I want to. I guess I don't. Not right now. Nothing seems to interest me except for this game I've been trying to win, but that's another story.
On a different note, things have happened, stories were exchanged and secrets were shared. I enjoy our occasional talks and how we seem to understand even the simplest things that most people tend to forget. It's funny how we always find one another despite the differences. Change is good, no? Perhaps not always. Sometimes you can't help but miss the good old times when things were a little less difficult.
It'll be different this time around.
With only two subjects this semester, I have no reason to fail. I've plenty of time in my hands, with only two hours of classes everyday and a day off on Friday.
I am having trouble forming up words and forcing myself to think or do anything remotely useful with my time. I am at lost for words, with no ideas whatsoever. I am in no mood for words or stories. I've been neglecting my books for quite some now, failing to write almost every time I tell myself to. Perhaps I need to put a little bit more effort in what I am doing or what I intend to do.
I can still keep writing, only if I want to. I guess I don't. Not right now. Nothing seems to interest me except for this game I've been trying to win, but that's another story.
On a different note, things have happened, stories were exchanged and secrets were shared. I enjoy our occasional talks and how we seem to understand even the simplest things that most people tend to forget. It's funny how we always find one another despite the differences. Change is good, no? Perhaps not always. Sometimes you can't help but miss the good old times when things were a little less difficult.
It'll be different this time around.
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