I like to write... I like to express myself, in a way that people would usually not manage to find the time to do so. Or simply... just to escape from reality, create stories, create a meaningful paragraph. Or maybe.. it's the call of an empty soul, an empty heart. Maybe that is the case, but i'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
It's year 12, 2010 is the year which will decide my future. A good ATAR score will take me far, a shit one will take me down a path of hardwork and long hours. Hopefully I can balance the lifestyle of a hardworking Year 12 student. Studies and partying since everyone is starting to turn 18 years old. Party hard one day, need to study hard another.
I managed to have a good night last night, I had fun. Met new people and they were older than me, well of course, I managed to get into a lounge bar. Everyone else was in university or at tafe, either way, they were older than me. Some of the girls there were really nice, oh and did I mention, beautiful as well? Too bad they're older, and i'm just another kid walking around somewhere, where I shouldn't be till i am 18. soon though. soon.
maybe this is the s tart of something new, i'll start writing in my blog, express my feelings, my day. maybe i no longer will write songs, or poems, cos really.. no one reads them but me.
take care to anyone who reads this :)
