I ate at Burger Kings for lunch. I'm regretting it now.
I wanna drink orange juice.
I can't stand the fact that my family's watching tv and i'm doing my lit essay.
I'm excited for dance night, but I wish for it to be over and done with so that I can reorganize my messy life. And for that I feel guilty cos it means 1) I'm willing to forget about enjoying the process and the time spent with fellow streeters 2) I'm wishing for farewell to come sooner.
4 months is a short time, but a lot of things have happened, I've made so many mistakes, learnt so many lessons, grown so much more, conquered a few more obstacles and am seeing more down the road. all these happened and i'm praying everyday that these are the moments that i'll keep with me forever. i'm hoping, though it's impossible, this 4 months will replay itself because i don't want to lose the people who made all these possible. soon i'll lose the J2s to their studies. and then i'll lose my friends and even myself to books and notes and probably coffee.
4 months is a short time, but it's enough to write a chapter of my JC life.
4 months is a short time, but it's enough to say i'll be missing you. the days get harder because time is counting down the seconds to the day i'll be losing you and i can't do anything about it.time is a foe i can't fight.