Heartbroken

It's sorta hard to adapt to a new environment after so many years of living in a place you already call home. And now, you're already trying to live your life in a new place, that maybe one day, you can call your home.

Three months have passed, and things are not going very well. The weather is getting onto me; I'm getting colds that I loathe so much. Studies are going fine, except that whenever I plan to do something productive, it never happens, because I just don't have the motivation to do it anymore. Friends - oh, friends - are not difficult to find, but it's really tough to find close friends you can really talk to about every single thing.

And now, my heart's broken. How about that.

At least the thorn wasn't pricked in too deep, and it just left a small wound that's going to heal in a matter of days.


I shall just stay off this addiction. I need Addictions Anonymous.

A poem to share

I just found this in my notes, trying to remember why I wrote this. Of course, I know now the reason, but I still don't understand how on earth I was able to write stuff like this. 

Goodness. 

Here goes:

I thread on yonder grounds

So gentle, so pure.

Thy brook swollen, bound

To my broken heart

A silent tree, stands

Humble on the plain

I watched as it bends

And laughs

In the distance lays

Stretches of dark hills

Paste against lighted rays

Yet, rotting in the dark

The bough breaks 

From yonder willow 

Beneath the dark wind

Doth blow

The sun shall

Not rise to glory

Whilst I witness all

Crumble before me

I lay on yonder grounds

So soft, so pure

Thy heart swells, but

None of me

Let me know what you think of it in the comments. =)

Interlude

Maybe I need to learn how to not care.

Maybe I need to learn how to be brave.

Maybe I need to learn how to make myself happy first.

Maybe I need to learn how to look into the future for what's right for me, and not otherwise.

Maybe I need to learn how to take care of myself, and not get into any trouble at the wrong times.

Maybe I need to learn how to play the field, and be good for who I am.

Maybe I need to learn how to be happy.

Maybe I need to...

GROW UP.

My new blogger app!

Just got the blogger app on my phone. A bit too late to do that, but better than never.

I guess even if I finally wanna blog about something, it'll be easier now.

Let's hope that is so. ^.^

Breathe the fresh air

Another hectic semester.

An experience that broke me down into tears and heart-wrenching pain.

A time of doubts, questions and hypotheses.

A reality of broken dreams and impossible hope.

A new life to live.

A dream to fulfill, a passion to excel.


To cut a long story short: I'm human. Yet again.