Friday

The questions most people worry about in their lives are whether others are right or wrong. What people fail to understand is that every step of our lives is a test, a test not to prove anything to others but to figure out our own deep rooted desires… if something is irrelevant then you never mention it, but if its relevant and u pretend otherwise, well you know where you’re going wrong.

People don’t agree, the way I live my life, as much as I love those people, and I’m too stubborn to change. But then I would only change if I think I’m wrong right. The end to many things is near... life eventually ends, and it isn’t that bad. I miss the times where I didn’t have to worry about what I need to achieve tomorrow... my problem is quite simple, how do I leave a legacy to die for, unlike waste my time like most.

Doing good is something you usually keep to yourself, but doing good doesn’t necessarily means feeling good. With a temperature of 103, two highly anticipated midterm exams and a cold plate of being neglected really cheers up a guy. Nobody can tell you why you are here, you find it yourself, and now times run out … so yes I glad and things worked out for you… but ive been through all this before, I wont fall for it again…. As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.
“It is bad luck to fall out of a thirteenth story window on Friday”