Becoming...

This post was written months ago in February but never posted. Was about to delete it, then I read it and spot the difference in me now and then. Even with the same intellect, something was missing. So, knock yourselves out.


Unfortunately, it's about me, me, ME again.

It doesn't take me long to realise, IMU just doesn't welcome me. Only 5 days and here I am with my heads in my hands. 17 and a half, they say I'm too young to be tired.

Just because I'm SLIGHTLY younger, doesn't mean I experienced least. It's just not fair that people regard me as a baby while they themselves do not take up responsibilities. I wish not to judge, God, I really don't wish to. When we're kids our problems are our parents problem, but when we grow up all those responsibilities start balancing on our shoulders. To think that I'm the youngest and most CHILDISH housemate. I'm not even 18 but a chief tenant. I really thought age gap makes the difference. Still, some people just had to ask their parents to deal with me for SUCH a SIMPLE, MINOR problem. Look, I deal with my own problems, not "I'll ask my momma to speak to you."... and for such a small matter....SIGH.......

On the contrary, the older I get, the younger I feel. I can't help saying "woohoo" everytime something turns out right. Funny, isn't it? I act more childish (and more cutesy, unfortunately) than ever, taking in more pressure than I've ever taken. I honestly do not "act cute", it's just.... I dunno... natural stuff I do once hyperactive I guess. Well, I was flattered when someone said I'm adorable (vormit?)... Then I haven't count all the other people that might have already vormited blood. Mwahahahahahahahahahaha....


What's missing?
Feeling loved. .. ...