Chapter Seventy-Two: The Way To A Girl’s heart, one swan at a time

You know, sometimes you have this niggling feeling that someone might just succeed at doing something you fail to do, and most people fail to do. I feel it ever so present now but what Z said was right, what’s it to me?

Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m constantly in a vicious cycle of thinking and never thinking about the thing that eludes me the most, besides my height.

She called me the other night at 12.58(I remembered) and I had only slept at 12 that night so I had barely an hour’s sleep but I picked it up anywya and ended up sleeping at 3…waking up to to go to school at 5.30.

Some people in your life just have the effect of eradicating any form of tiredness in your veins and everytime they talk, in retrospect you know you’ve learnt something and she told me straight to the face…ear I mean that I thought too much and I tend (ed?) to over analyze the things around me.

When does the point of thinking reach the boundary of excess? What constitutes the right to categorize the way one looks at things and one’s pecerption of life?

But she is right.

I shouldn’t be given the right to pontificate my opinions about life having gone through 16 years of my life, 4 years of it in childhood innocence and the rest in education. I can only begin to fathom whatever lies ahead of me, and have yet to understand .

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been stuck in school for like hours on end each day to do OGL stuff and we still haven’t finished anything. Fucking indecisive and unfocused like what Edwin said. minus the vulgarity. Now if I were the leader….hahahhahaha