my life my shit

I feel old...

this space has been existing since 2008, year 1 then. and now it's the last week of year 3 term 1, with the project on hand it's rather relaxing. On second thought, i've been through 150 contour drawing of insane hands, plus the crash of a few deadlines. so this wouldn't weigh that much on my shoulder. I think time goes by too fast, and i hope it slows down a little. But every single moment i'm breathing, I hope time can fly by. how ironic. I wanted to pen down some thoughts initially, but guess they couldn't make their way here, stucked somewhere in my throat. no maybe not throat, my fingers literally. It's my last year as a student and i wonder what entails out there. Exactly at this time next year what the hell would i be doing?
Of so many times, just how could i do smth i really want or rather smth that i can accomplished with great empathy.
Life is getting harder and harder, it's more awful then i thought it could be. I guess life wouldn't get any bad as long as i'm still breathing.

I have a lot of questions.
but you will always tell me there's nth i can do about it.
so i will get it in my mind, that THERE'S NTH I CAN DO ABOUT THAT.
and carry on with life, meaninglessly.

posted by felecia @ 2:36 AM