It's been such a long time since I post some decent stories here. I simply just don't have the time. And for the first time in my life, I got tired of writing, I loathe writing.
I started to questioning the reason I took this major. I should've know better than to see myself this high. This is exactly not suitable for me. Or perhaps it's the people that is not suitable.
I keep finding myself stuck with those that I'm not fond of like it's my ultimate bad luck or something. The assignments are hard and non-stop. There's too much events to paid attention to. I barely had the time for myself. Those who stayed far away barely had the time to catch up. And when they did, they talked about things that I don't give a damn. It was different, my life here and their life there, and so we won't find things to talk about with.
I left my heart with the memories, that I'm holding onto tightly since the present is so unacceptable. But memories are just memories. It'll fade away. It has began to fade away.
Everything didn't go as I planned. I'm wondering who to blame here. Faith?
Me?
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