I'm going to leave school pretty soon, while more procrastination was performed at the process.
Really, I didn't change that much since the moment I step on the teenage..I guess.

Perhaps it's time for me to grow up and well, be more mature.
However, just like many others, the me inside doesn't really want to do so..

I'm a human, therefore, I'm an insatiate kind of being.
Yeah, sue me.
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My writing skill has seriously deteriorated. I can't even write an appropriate paragraph to save my life. Tons of things jumbled up in my mind; so many words piled up waiting for an outbreak, yet I couldn't arrange them in order for people to easily comprehend it.
You know, sometimes, in the middle of writing (or thinking), there are some kind of voices whispering sentences for me. Most of the time they are related to the matter I'm writing (or thinking) about, but yet again, it's hard for me to find a fitting space for these words to line in.
For example, I heard, "One thing leads to another" just now while writing the paragraph above.

However, the sad thing is: after writing and editing for so damn long, I still feel that this piece of thing is not decent enough to be presented.
Said reason made me scrap most stuffs I write.

I know, writing is a challenge, and also a kind of art. And I've always admired people with great writing skill. Having this skill, in my own words and definition, means being capable of mesmerizing people with the depiction of the things around and dragging people into the world the author had so magically arranged.

Yes, I could hear, see, smell, and feel just by reading a book. It's like you yourself entered the world of the book and had your own adventure in a totally different universe.

Words are wonderfully powerful.

I'm a bookworm.
Sue me.

So, I suppose it's enough of the self-pity, and I decide that I'll post on the blog (hopefully) everyday for my brain to catch up.

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Speaking of brain catching up, I found myself lately being not able to speak my mind out. It's like, those awkward moments when you meet your crush. However in my case, there's no crush present, just ordinary people. I'm not nervous, just...can't say it out.

It's going to be a problem for me.
Great.
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Though my hands are somewhat full with all those projects scattered around for me to pick (putting aside some of those which were shoved on me), I still find myself pretty much bored.
I just stared at these projects with droopy eyes. And also, I am a (self-proclaimed) professional procrastinator. Therefore, my progress is really damn slow.

I'm ashamed of myself. Seriously.

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I suppose I could use a new year resolution thingy or two and prayed for a better self. Hopefully.