Up at 6, on the bus by 6:30, 1 hour and 15 minute bus ride to school (two cities away from home) attending the same four classes and home again. I've been in highschool for nearly 3 months now, each day wawking up early to attend class after class and not to mention the bus rides there and back. To love, to be loved and to learn from love can be in both ways, the easiest and natural action to take but yet the most difficult achievement to accomplish. ![]() Each day, I had seen couples here and there, emphasizing how alone I am yet at the same time, reminding me of my recklessness only less than a year ago. Everyday, still working hard for the best that I can achieve while at the same time, having no idea which path I'm interested in for the future. I'm still looking for love, to love and to be loved. But this undisturbed daily stunt had left me yet to wonder if life really should've been as complicated as I had made it last year.īut yet, in a way, nothing has changed. It almost feels as if one day, something is gonna suddenly pop up behind me and ruin my life. ![]() It is honestly strange for me to have such a constantly unchaged routine. Go to class, see my friends, have lunch, class and home. Barely, but still enough to be considered snow.
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