Saturday, March 04, 2006
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Sick of my life.
I'm not the kind to say this, but when I do, I mean it.
I have the same amount of homework as everybody else in my class does. But it looks endless. Every time I finish one question five more appear.
I don't have time to myself, except after-dark hours of weekdays and of Sundays. And three-quarters of those hours are spent sleeping.
I'm losing my socialising skills. I find it so hard to find something to talk about. I guess it's because I've talked too much for the first fourteen years of my life, and someone wants me to appreciate the beauty of silence for the fifteenth year of my life.
I begin to ponder how long I'll live. Maybe I'm only one-seventh into my life, maybe it'll be over two minutes later. God knows, this could be the last time I'm blogging, or maybe I could blog two hundred and sixty-five times more before I disappear from the face of Earth.
This place, my blog, is not much of a place for me to narrate the events of my life. It's more of a temple of thought, a Pensieve where I deposit a fraction of my soul in. I'm not hoping people will read it, I'm only hoping these thoughts will be here so that I can keep track of the maturity of my mind.
Self-concious? I am.
[fangying] [10:48 AM]
