little voices.

i saw a junior reading The Truth About Forever (a YA novel by Sarah Dessen) after school today and felt a certain kind of nostalgia;

man, i really love that book.

…but i’m glad i’m not fourteen anymore, that’s for sure.

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sometimes when it gets quiet inside or the outside scenario just seems to be a little too chaotic, i would remember being a part of something that had meant so much and just like everyone else around who were with good company, laughed out loud and put all pretenses aside… that’s when i would feel that pang! deep inside-

why does it feel like i’m refusing to forget?

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let’s not talk about Biology paper yesterday, but rather the English one- i chose the question with the theme Fears and for once (in a long while) had a name for my character, made the character a girl and was inspired by a sentence sung in a song;

you guessed it?

“It’s better to be broken than afraid.”

;)

the full credits definitely go to the personal mentor though, for her brilliant interpretation of that statement.

anyhow, Chemistry was GOOD today- seriously, i think i have real potential in this subject, out of all the rest-

so why the hell am i choosing a career that has Physics stapled all over it?

“-_-

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dreams are free, that’s what i’d recently realized.

everyone can dream- even as far as the skies stretch, really- but that’s the saddest part;

if you just keep dreaming and dreaming about it, it doesn’t mean that what you wish for will come true.

so of course i’ve been wanting to be Somebody and go Somewhere one day, but so what?

“Good Karma Comes Back To You.”

i’d created that motto for my class and clearly, it’s trying to tell me something now.

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gotta get back to the books- the battle’s just beginning remember?

and tomorrow is History and Islamic Studies, both of which i’d conveniently not fully revised for yet.

darn it, i told you i have issues right now.