'it wasn't meant to be'.

that familiar rush of time. the constrain. it's gone. i'm finally free. time is all i've got and yet it feels so strange. it feels strange to stroll out of the school gates when the sun is shining bright in the afternoon sky, which beats on your back and makes you sticky and sweaty. to stroll out though your watch shines an obvious '2:47' of sort... it almost feels like you're playing truancy, although no, not really, you're just free.

ha. i miss the rushing. the busyness of everything. the running into the bandroom. the beating of the school bag against my bag, though i have to admit i get that every morning on the way to school... ha. but still. okay, simply- i miss amb and i miss debate. and it's almost scary how i'm close to dreading the free time i've got on my hands currently...


jealousy jealousy jealousy kills.