andiecrafts

I remember this kind of weather almost a year ago. I was sitting on my bed and I was looking out the window of the room I chose for myself. I then wrote things of romance and fantasies: things I rarely allow myself to ponder. Oh, how things cruelly change.

Now, I am in the room my parents chose for me, sitting in front of a desk, Sylvia (the laptop), and windows—a wicked parody to last year’s events. However, I have no time to think of romance, dreams and fantasies—I do not even have the time to write this entry, and yet I have allowed myself the luxury to spare my mind from complete insanity. Instead of looking out a window wherein I could smell the freshness of the morning rain, let my eyes feed on the beauty the morning rain shrouds the surroundings with, and provide my heart with a solitude whose beauty can be matched only by Aphrodite’s, I am facing the windows whose vindictive opaque translucence locks me in this room I so despise (though not as much as I used to), telling me to finish the job I came here to do.

Hahaay… Life… What I would do just to graduate with honors…

P.S. To whoever reads this: DO NOT BE FOOLED! I am only doing my Methods paper, but I am so effing bored and uninspired, I just had to write something else.