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Not all scars show,
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Sarah is constantly aggravated by a few choice people who decide that its okay and fun to never do their work and thus force it upon her.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
faux pas all this supposed "free" time(really though, it is just a horrendously veiled attempt at me consoling myself from guilt of not completing my homework) is making me bored. i've probably scrutinized just about every single person there is to scrutinize on facebook and normally this would amuse me to no end but i feel bored. maybe everybody else's lives are boring. hmm, comforting. Saturday, June 18, 2011
sky high rocketing at extreme speeds right now i'm only blogging as a preventative measure. Preventative how? preventative in that i will continue to write in structured sentences and not fall into the black abyss of the TCG-hates-you-and-your-command-of-the-english-language club. After my 10 day holiday(so glad that i can actually call it a holiday, though it was more exhausting than anything i've ever done before, OBS not included) in London/oxford/cambridge/Paris, i've been feeling so relaxed and i don't ever want to return to school. But the return is inevitable. Unavoidable. And as strange as it sounds i think it'd be good for me to return. Restore the normalcy of my life. Life has become too relaxed and i'm scared that if the holiday was extended another week i'd be beyond repair. Early school is good, even though the rush to finish homework will be extremely taxing and crazy and all sorts of inhuman. But i'm prepared. Or at least i have psyched myself up to believe i am. Still haven't filled out the DSA application though, and i am ashamed of myself. Perhaps DSA isn't the way to go. I felt tied and burdened by the weight of guilt of not training for swimming for the past 3 years. I don't want that for myself. But i want reassurance, a guarantee. It's as though early acceptance into a school would grant me this feeling of "I am good enough". But i know I am. Or at least, my ego knows i am. Of course, my ego is always inflated because my parents have made it a point to praise me at least once a day. Which is nice, but irritating as well. Its like they want my ego to inflate like an ever-expanding balloon and they are still standing on the ground, waiting for the noisy "pop" it will make when my self esteem has plummeted, ready to catch me like a safety net and throw me back up. Its nice. But i don't want it. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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