Reflection
I was browsing through the prom photos on my friends Facebook accounts, and I inevitably thought to myself, "Damn, I could've been there, dressed to the nines, hanging out with everybody else." It's one of those times when you think you've moved on and face reality, but can't help looking back.
Words elude me right now, but it's probably because I didn't put much thought into it until I saw the pictures. I know that staying back a year is like a metre to a marathon, but friends and classmates, some who have accompanied me for the last 4 years, are jostling forward and brushing shoulders past me. All I can see are their backs turned against me, the distance ever increasing. Nobody really bothers to look back and see the stragglers.
So I have to carry on pushing myself. I've finally passed JC1; it's not exactly very pretty, but it's a definite improvement from last year. Maybe someday I'll catch up.
If only I didn't waste one year of my life.
Words elude me right now, but it's probably because I didn't put much thought into it until I saw the pictures. I know that staying back a year is like a metre to a marathon, but friends and classmates, some who have accompanied me for the last 4 years, are jostling forward and brushing shoulders past me. All I can see are their backs turned against me, the distance ever increasing. Nobody really bothers to look back and see the stragglers.
So I have to carry on pushing myself. I've finally passed JC1; it's not exactly very pretty, but it's a definite improvement from last year. Maybe someday I'll catch up.
If only I didn't waste one year of my life.