Flying high

Jan 13, 2011 22:01

Too bad no pain-killers can kill what I feel. Emotions are the most interesting thing of my inner self till the very time they get way too complicated. No whining, don't understand it wrong, I'm just trying to get the pressure out of me in any possible manner.

Options?

- Writing poems doesn't sound like a good idea as I'm not gonna spoil my poetry with these sorry and maybe even hypocritical bullshits that are turning around me (or am I turning around them?) all the time.

- Telling someone isn't... Wait who should I tell it? Anyways, I should have forgotten this option as soon as it came to my mind.

- Having been able to yell the truth to the wires and waves, I'd write it here but the chance of someone reading it or rather my reading it a few months is a way too high risk to take.

- Telling people who are considered in this emotional tidal wave. You know, I'm a coward, let's be frank, so this option doesn't work either.

- Kill all those profs who are pushing me into studying what I don't want to. (I know it's their job. But really, knowing what one wants to study is much more demanding than not knowing it. At least you have to prepare for the entrance exams, not to study for the additional Maths exams.)

Facts.

- I'm absolutely ragged inside.

- I'm so excited about future which makes it, paradoxically, much harder to carry on.

- Never believe people who live more in their inner worlds. (Which comprises me, as well.)

- Can't say I'd be depressed. I'm just full of all the stuff I'm going through. I'm flying high, knowing, one day the fall must come.

- If you've spent the time reading this, be sorry for wasting your time, as you haven't even read any gossips.
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