i skipped a class today. i did not want to sit in hell for an hour. (at least this week i only have one class. and we are still having classes because the teacher was not aware that it is exam week. perfect huh?) i skipped class because did not want to be reminded of pressure, worry, and doom. i skipped class simple because i was lazy and i felt that i could afford to. hehe:) what ever.
i actually spent the day online. hehe:) i talked to my friend.
2pac: musta law school?
ally_vosia: tough.
2pac: c madam treasurer?
ally_vosia: makes me wanna slit my wrists and sprinkle the wounds with salt.
2pac: mag suicide na lang, poetic pa..hehehehe
what ever. right now, i'm feeling so tired and desperate and sick of the whole thing. i know its going to be worth the sacrifice and the effort, the blood, sweat and tears, and the process of dying everyday. why should i subject myself to this kind of pain for four more years? why should i restrain myself from being the wanderlust (use of the word may be inappropriate, but i wanna use it.) happy go lucky alcoholic that i thought myself to be? when the end is not guaranteed... and i am not sure if i will finally know happiness with what i achieve... and if i actually achieve anything... what ever.
the funny thing is, even though law school taught me different ways of dying, and is slowly killing me, i still do not see myself stop or quit.
is this the right decision? is this really for me? i guess i'll have to make it mine.
bite me!
xoxo
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