And just like that grade eleven has come to an end. It feels as if just yesterday, I wandered the halls as an eighth grader, afraid of being late to my classes. Friends and more became nothing but strangers. Time passes way too fast. I’ve got to cherish the moment and not hold back, whilst focusing on my academics as well. But not too much longer we will all go our separate ways.
Haven’t had the inspiration to write lately. We all have those unmotivated, unproductive days but for me, I absolutely despise each and every minute I waste. Watching time fall like sand through the clench of my fist. We don’t know how many minutes are left before there are none left. This is why I hate the days I cannot be the over-thinking, nostalgic person that I am.
I really pity you. Actually, it amazes me how you don’t see the bigger picture. Instead, you’re consumed by your own hatred. I wonder how you live with thoughts like those, slowly eating away your conscience. Swallowing what could have been a beautiful soul.