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About The Poet
Age: 21 Location: Sand Castle In The Sky Birthday: 13 Jan 1984 Quote For The Moment
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| Thursday, October 07, 2004 Well life kind of sucks now, exams are coming and, I am not doing too well in my studies. Need a way out and soon cause pressure and stress are really getting to mi. Maybe I'm not cut out for this and I am seriously not enjoying any of this. I want to run away. I NEED to run away!!!!! But still I am staying put for who I dun knw but it's defiantly not for myself. Its probably for my parents whom I want to please but I think I am going to fail them, fail as a son as the son they want and see.
I always promise myself the tomorrow will be better but the tomorrow I promise myself never ever comes and I am hating life as it passes day by day. But still I can fake a smile to everyone and sometimes even to myself but the fact of the matter is that at the end of the day the pain is always there. Everybody says that Aus is and easy place to study and get a degree well it doesn't feel like it too mi, I feel that it is hard or even worst I might just be me. It never surprises mi how the Australians (but not all mind U.) can take life so easily, its like even if they're failing they can shug it of and say "Well there's always next sem/year". I envy them sad to say but that's something I cannot afford to do and with that said, the stress settles into mi and starts eating mi from the inside. But that's part of life I guess so I will suffer it in silence, till my tomorrow comes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
**Fly Away** I wish i was a bird which could fly, And not be stuck on the ground watching the world pass by, Free of worries and care, Free of worldly troubles which strips the heart bare. I have clapped my hands and made a wish, So i no longer have to be a fish, Stuck in my glass tank of doubt and fear, Stuck in it year by year. But i guess a wish is a wish for i am still here, Forever waiting for my wings to appear, Stuck in a world of hazy grey, Always wishing for wings to fly away. |