Your tired words are all the same. And I would walk-- you know I'd surely walk away-- if I wasn't such a sucker for you.
I love you. Always have, always will.
worlds apart
Your tired words are all the same. And I would walk-- you know I'd surely walk away-- if I wasn't such a sucker for you.
For some reason the other night i dug up the old blog and started ruffling through all the posts i made from 2 years ago. That was the eugene then, before the trials of army, before the metamorphic experiences of university, the pure one. The naive one. The one that thought the world was as it is and most importantly he was real. I really miss the person i was.
University applications. They were more complicated than i thought. I was half expecting the easy 1-2-3, click of a mouse button styled application we had at the O levels. Ever since young i was never inclined in the area of academics which is why i never saw the need to research on carreer prospects, course nature etc. I always did barely enough to bring me to the next stage which sadly means, i never had the liberty to go or do what i wanted. But now, i have a little of that and the decision is tough as ever.