I've smelled fire, and it is EPIC.
For the past few minutes, I've been filtering through something I thought to be dead to me.
*Cue epic music.*
My LIVEJOURNAL account! Tada!
Reading all those angst and drama-ridden entries made me reminisce about the times when I've been struggling to find myself amidst numerous personalities in the shit hole that is college. And just as I've surrendered to the fact that fitting in was all I ever thought about, I realized that it might just have been my last attempt to cling on to every inch of the reckless child in me.
All the forces that surround us in college are somehow representations of how adulthood should be like. There are teachers, who can sometimes be idealistic pricks, students, who all represent different pieces of a very large jigsaw puzzle of a sky, and plainly off days, that throw you off for more shit that's about to commence in a short while.
I don't know if it's because I've succumbed to the idea that change is really inevitable, or maybe because I've subconsciously grown up... but I know I've definitely changed.
No longer have I had bouts of spontaneous "textual rage", and no longer have I rattled on and on to no end about the futility of love. But along with the inexistence of the aforementioned left the ability to make sense of the different seemingly small things in life. It's a sad thought that while I've accepted life in a place I used to escape from, I've also suddenly lost a huge sense of who I am.
*Cue epic music.*
My LIVEJOURNAL account! Tada!
Reading all those angst and drama-ridden entries made me reminisce about the times when I've been struggling to find myself amidst numerous personalities in the shit hole that is college. And just as I've surrendered to the fact that fitting in was all I ever thought about, I realized that it might just have been my last attempt to cling on to every inch of the reckless child in me.
All the forces that surround us in college are somehow representations of how adulthood should be like. There are teachers, who can sometimes be idealistic pricks, students, who all represent different pieces of a very large jigsaw puzzle of a sky, and plainly off days, that throw you off for more shit that's about to commence in a short while.
I don't know if it's because I've succumbed to the idea that change is really inevitable, or maybe because I've subconsciously grown up... but I know I've definitely changed.
No longer have I had bouts of spontaneous "textual rage", and no longer have I rattled on and on to no end about the futility of love. But along with the inexistence of the aforementioned left the ability to make sense of the different seemingly small things in life. It's a sad thought that while I've accepted life in a place I used to escape from, I've also suddenly lost a huge sense of who I am.