When Wednesday Night Falls
Unfortunately, for some strange reason, I stopped writing for a long time. I suppose that is because that I had ups and downs in my life, I felt depressed, wanting to do nothing. Not a single piece came out. Oh, so many inspirations came and went , if I had written them down!
tomorrow is friday, and it’s a Good Friday at it. i’m rather happy that i have something planned for tomorrow .
i’m chatting with someone i hasnt been keeping in touch with since months ago. the power of MSN! but it’s good to say, we’ll kind of be entering the same phase together. soon. but of cos, he’s way way wayyyy smarter than … and yeah, not to mentioned, he knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. two very important attributes in which i totally, miserably, and unfortunately, lacked. it really sounds pitiful sometimes. i’m seeing all sorts of my friends growing up in all sorts of better ways, striving to achieve something that would do good for their future next time. i’m seeing them make important decisions, arguing over matters like which is the best for them and such, giving me the same advices they’re giving themselves. it’s like, a click, and they know - what, which, how, why. i’m highly envious and jealous of these inspiring attitudes.
somehow, i dont want to hear anymore stuff that will affect my choice, my decision. but here i go again, wanting to hear more, wanting to make myself waver and hear myself say, ‘OK, i change my mind.’
this is seriously frustrating. maybe i should just forget the whole thing. just look for a result.
