It's official, I'm the dead-est History student alive. I'm just going to go into the examination hall tomorrow with hope and the meagre knowledge I have equipped myself with over the past two days or so. I can't study with the prospect of prelims ending in roughly 60 hours!! And I wouldn't even be so stressed up studying for Lit tomorrow, because no way am I stressing myself out over studying Lit. It's supposed to be enjoyed....

You know, I'll probably pay for my inertia and wandering mind with my horrid Prelims results. But ehehehe, for now, I'll live with it.

I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Words are utterly beautiful; the way so many insignificant words on their own can come together and form lines that are capable of evoking such powerful emotions. I suppose we've all felt the beauty and pain of words... so don't undermine its perfection and use words to hurt people. I ought to speak for myself man. I've always been so impulsive, and that's really quite a bad thing.

It's so easy to get lost in this world, even more so as you grow older. I'd love to behave in what people term an "anti-social" way sometimes. Comments can be so vicious. Not wanting to partake in certain conversations due to a lack of interest in the subject-matter gets people thinking that you're being rude, anti-social or having notions of your superiority. Is it not unfair? So unknowingly and unwittingly, we're moulded by society's expectations of us. But that said, we're not an island by ourselves, we have to take an interest in the things going on around us.

We never used to bother about people we didn't know, never used to pretend to be friendly to people we didn't care about. We never used to pretend to care about things that didn't interest us in the least bit. Most of all, we never used to judge so much. Most of all, we talked, and we listened, not heard.

Adolescene, the slow but sure erasure of youthful innocence, the awareness of the world, becoming jaded, bitter...

Have you ever felt sad?