I have always followed my
dreams, I know it is bad to chase your young ideality; however I have always
wanted one thing. It is the thing that I will never tell anybody, but it has
been there ever since. From an early age I wanted my dream to come true so badly. School
depressed me, it was like a prison for kids, I was counting the minutes to get
away from that institution. The kids there were different, I was different,
probably because I rebelled against everything that seemed to be popular at
that time. I thought differently. I still
can catch myself thinking differently…I wonder how it would feel to meet myself
as in a real life person. Would I like myself? Would we be friends?
Is it because of the
weather or a huge pile of homework that I keep putting off, but I feel so worn
out. I feel so terribly tired, tired of university, food, the same view, waking
up every morning, counting my minutes, worrying about my grades, worrying in
general…
My life is not monotonic;
it is full of unfinished work. How come the fall break seemed to be so long
ago?
Please, be my bed
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