boring..
226 is boring. Bev and I are sitting here playing with our hair and wondering what is going on. What IS going on?!? At the rate I'm going, I'm not going to be able to finish any of my work.. 223, 203, 224... ARGH. Work is getting more and more difficult. I guess my brain is supposed to be getting sharper? Unfortunately it's becoming blunt. Sounds like a knife.. the more I use it the blunter it gets. Shouldn't it be the opposite? I am totally confused and very sleepy.
Well, after thinking about my previous post, I realised I shouldn't be complaining so much about my schoolwork and stuff. At least I have school, and friends to look forward to. I still live and breathe. Any pain can't be worse than the pain of knowing you're going to die. Or, the pain that someone you love is dead. But of course, no matter what happens, no matter how many times you realise your life is in fact wonderful, everyone still complains about the littlest thing that happens to them. Doesn't everyone do that? I wouldn't like to be a Pollyanna actually. It's kinda grating on people's nerves. Maybe I'm the antiPollyanna (like matter and antimatter), so I don't make friends as easily as her? It's hard to make friends.. lucky for me I always find someone I used to know.. Well, life's still difficult.
I feel like sleeping. When I fall asleep however, I'm quite sure I'll be waking up tomorrow. How would it feel like to be so afraid to sleep every night because I don't know whether I'm going to wake up in the morning? How would it feel to not want to close your eyes no matter how tired you are, because you're scared it'll be your last glimpse of the world? World.. I'm so glad I'm here..
