This old song never gets old when September sneaks into the big picture.
God knows I got what I deserved this term, and those grades weren't tear-jerkers because I am not grade conscious, as of now. I didn't do so bad when paralleled to friends (I just had to stick my nose into their course cards).
I can't believe term break's almost over. I just let myself rot here at home, penniless! I can't predict how more stodgy life would be. Little plot, no action, so tiresome. And he, I'd rather not be cryptic, HE is a stubborn pain in the ass. Yet here I am, clinging on to it, because I believe I'm just being a girl who psychoanalyzes things and gets jealous all the time. I don't wanna be a drama queen because I should have outgrown the chick flick style and moved to deep adult realizations, but life is too hard on me. I'm still a girl. I still feel like a girl.
I feel like a failure thinking that I wanted to do so much but ended up doing nothing. I'm eighteen and yet I feel like I'm still not free enough to live like a normal teenager. Sure I go out all the time, but when 9pm strikes, wherever I am, my mom would rape my phone with text messages and missed calls nagging me to come home, regardless if I brought a car with me. And when I come home, it's as if nothing happened. I party once in a while, but since no one picks me up but my dad, it kinda sucks. I don't really drive much, especially when I'm partying. Hearing about my friends going to Boracay on their own, roadtrip outside Manila, sleepover somewhere, gives me the envious vibes. GEE, SOME PARENTS. It's hard to try to be happy when you can't make the most out of what you have.
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