I've been reaching home at like, 10 or 11 everyday & this sucks.
Bam. Sick of it all.

I miss studying.
I miss slacking during exams.
I miss gossiping with classmates.
I miss random greetings in school.
I miss going to the movies after school.
I miss hanging out and loitering in shopping malls.
I miss having recesses.
I miss talking nonsense in classes.
I miss my homework.
I miss my teachers.
I miss chemistry.
I miss my textbooks.
I miss the school bell.
I miss waking up early for school.
I miss awaiting dismisal.
I miss MATH.
I miss everything about my school life.

At the very least, there was a meaning behind it all.
Now, i don't quite know what i am doing.
What is working. what is earning money. what is going out all day about.

I'm beginning to question.
The days of working opened up my eyes, & i feel helpless when i see my mum trying so hard to run the whole damn show when i can only do nothing (much).

I wish to do something BIG and meaningful in my life.
And i mean it. I want that new found meaning in my life. & the working world is not as easy as it seems. Making money has no meaning, and its definitely harder than facing textbooks all day.

What an idiot i was to have thought studying was tough.
I need some breath.
& i feel like running away from reality & cooping myself in a corner of the world.
Ha-ha.