I think of the month of August, I think that everything’s just starting because normally, I would be in the first half of the sem/quarter/term/whatever in school. I think—damn, 3 more months ‘til sem break. I think—when will this thing end! I think—I still have lots of time para bumawi. I think—Christmas!
But when I looked at the bottom left of this screen, and saw the date stamped 8/15/2014, I freaked. Because there are 12 months in a year, and we currently are in month 8. Meaning, in just four months another year would end. And that means that I’ve spent two-thirds of this year moping and going crazy. Which I spent half of the previous year already doing.
I just can’t have another year wasted because I can’t freaking figure out what the hell I want to do with my life! The last vivid sense I had of a plan, or a dream, was when I was 19 years old, a hopeful fresh grad, ready to seize the real world. Well, guess what, 19 year-old self, it’s been 2 years! It went by so crazy fast! I don’t know how it all happened or how I got to this point.
I can’t believe that I honestly feel that I’d give anything to be that girl again. I was so anti the age 19 #justoneofthoseissues haha! Anyway, I wish I was in grade school again. Nay, pre-school would be so much better. Why.