can't go back

there's the right kind of wrong, what about the wrong kind of right?

i wish i was something else. maybe i wouldn't have to make a choice. will and determination don't exist in me. never did, never have, never will.

whatever. there's no one who's perfect right? then why is it that are so many goddamn seemingly perfect people. yeah sure... they might have flaws, very insignificant ones. NEGLIGIBLE ones. you ignore them, what do you get? perfection? the whole world seems to be filled, and not so filled (this makes sense from my point of view) , with bloody cliches. so, to believe them or not?

or is it because people say perfection is too boring? then why do parents want you to be the perfect child? ironic much? hell, if i ever think no. oh well...

yeah... i'm just ranting. updating for the sake of updating. i'm not blogging about the usual school stuff today. i wish i could, i want to actually, but i'm tired of it and i think the sparse number of people who read this will be too. so i've decided to omit it. besides, it's not like they can't help me much. i "can't go back".

i realise how boring my life is. i mean if i even have a life to begin with. the only thing i seem to think about 85% of the time is either school-related or studies. tell me that they're not the same and i might consider retracting that statement.

sigh... i'm just overstretched. i feel like a piece of elastic that's been stretched to 8 times it's usual size. i'm about to break. damn... and i'm only how old?

that's me bitching. whatever.

what's narcissim, if that's spelt correctly? i'm too lazy to check the dictionary, the internet one or the huge, thick book that's collecting dust in my cupboard.

for the third time this entry, whatever.