Bright na kaha ko?
This month has been a killer. This year, I have not sat down to talk and laugh and gossip and bum around with my friends. This year, I have convinced myself that I am destined to be a writer. This month, and the previous month, I haven't had the luxury of a full eight-or seven- hours of sleep. This month, I have been spending more time reading--than sleeping--in the library. This month has made my face look five or ten years older. This month, I interviewed seven people for one article. This month, I have spent many quiet nights doubting my capability to write. This week, I went to the top of Maa and had my recollection and convinced myself that I am too tired to recollect bad memories and share bad memories and cry over bad memories. This month, I sat in front of the PC for thirty straight hours typing away and then hitting backspace, and then typing away again. This month my eyes have been feeling unusually dry and irritated, either because of lack of sleep or stress or the warm baths I have been taking. This month I have hated myself for being such an awkward, quiet, passive, uninteresting, deceitful classmate. This month's stress has given me two large zits and a massive breakout over my right cheek. This month, I have see-sawed between feeling invincible--even thinking I'm destined for greatness--and feeling like worthless sh*t. This month has taught me hard lessons in setting priorities. This month has shown me the consequences of choosing play over work. This month has made me decide to stop making excuses for myself. This month has done everything except kill me. So I guess I must go on.
posted by Adobobo @ 10:19:00 PM
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