And so Sunday has arrived, yet again. I'm never happy when it decides to come around because it feels like I've been robbed of my weekend. But what can you do, time is an uncontrollable factor in life. You just have to spend it wisely. I find that my time has been spent on mundane things... and now it's hitting me that I need to achieve more things in life, especially something that I have been chasing after for so long, dreaming about it, using it as inspiration, and yet I haven't really done anything to get closer to it... I need to set myself down and just go for it, no more excuses.


After going to the same school day in and day out for the past 3 years, I'm finally reaching my cracking point: I can't stand the place. But there's nothing I can do about it... it's best to face it and get it over with to the best of my ability. However, it isn't as easy as it sounds. Everyday I have to go to that place a bitter resentment swells up within me; my defences are of unusual strength, and I can never be myself. I absolutely hate it. There's one more year left, I know I can do this but there are just days when it's overwhelming, like today. I just need some inspiration in my life to get through this.


I just hope that someday I can look back at this and be in a better position, in the place that I've been dreaming of...

There is so much time, that it seems to be overflowing
Spilling, slowly seeping into every corner of my mind
Resonating with undescribable strength
Yet soothing like a gentle breeze
Bursting at the seems with madness and at the same time
Collecting the fragmented pieces of an unsolvable puzzle


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It's a weird state my mind is in right now, I'm so tired but at the same time I just want to listen to the silence around me... it may seem strange that I'm saying this but it's calming. I really don't know what else to say (`×´)

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I don't want to get left behind, but at the same time, it's inevitable.

I just managed to complete a task that I've been procrastinating with for the past week... almost. It feels good, though, when you finish stuff, just that feeling of getting it out of the way makes you feel like you can run even farther (metaphorically speaking, of course).

So with that out of the way, I'd much like to keep this entry short and sweet, maybe tomorrow (or today, seeing as midnight has come and gone) I can write more as it is Friday. My hands are stained with lead and my eyes are being attacked by sleepiness~ (* ̄Oノ ̄*)

輝きだした 僕達を誰が止めることなど出来るだろう
はばたきだした 彼達を誰に止める権利があったのだろう・・・

We began to shine. Someone can stop us, right?
We began to flap. Someone had the right to stop them, right?