Hello. What a nice, simple thing to say after months of no writing, is it? But I'm sorry for not posting in such a long time. Though I must say this one: just because I don't post doesn't mean I don't write. As really, I practically write everywhere. I just don't feel like posting it. My recent journals consist of continuous patterns of how terrible and boring my three-month-break is. That includes my repeated schedule everyday: waking up, surfing on the internet, reading, and going to sleep. It just went like a complete boring cycle and I was seriously slowly going crazy with the monotonous patterns. Meanwhile some of my friends had traveled to Europe and some had gone to Makkah

It sucks to love someone at the wrong time of your life. Maybe it's too soon, maybe it's too late... And it pains you to be around the one you love without being able to tell them exactly how you feel, it pains you to hold your tongue from saying the word love because you never want to ruin anything, or simpler;you just don't want to scare them off. You don't want to break anything but at the same time without you realize it, you're breaking your own heart. And even though you've told yourself to fuck off and stop waiting, there's part of you that will always be waiting, as you have waited for years...

When He Is Not Listening

I never believed the term "being in love is the most joyous feeling a human could feel." It was just weird to think that you could actually feel your pulse quicken, to feel like you were having trouble breathing, or hear your own heartbeat drummed in your ears when your loved one was around. It had always been me, myself, and I all the time. I'm not saying that I'm asexual, for I did have a little crushes here and there. But the word love itself had been spoken so many times that it had lost its meaning to me.

High School Spelling Bee Contest 2013 & 2014

I'd never thought the day where I would write in the middle of a try-out doing class would ever actually happen. But this is, now. While everybody's heads got twisted by the difficulty of the chemistry NE tryout, here I was, writing my heart out on you. 

So okay, first of all, sorry for not writing in such a long time. You wouldn’t wanna know how much it sucks to be a twelve grader. I cannot even watch TV in peace! I cannot even finish this book I'm currently reading (A Walk To Remember)  without being haunted by the "trigonometry" or the "integrals"! No rushing home at three to have some little naps.