"Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot."
-Charlie Chaplin-
i presume i draw a pretty deluding shield for a flawless cover. im pretty much contented, but again, the guilt would strain in and i would relinquish those rubbish which i personally quote, 'principles', and at the minimal of expectations, to fulfill life's never ending tasks.
i really revel in those moments when i would silently sneer when a certain adult forms an opinion that im a good kid :D it's like being the biggest crook, but with a couple of reputable score sheets and genteel habits, even the largest crook lam out of the crime ;)
it's good ya know.
and like i'd always say, im too terrible of an example as a student. i suck as one.
it struck me the other day, so unexpectedly, that i didnt even noticed until the resonance of the syllables fainted off. my mind somehow went away without me again. and sometimes i wonder, if they'd notice when im so empty inside, being so stolid that it could almost resemble the winding lines in my brains. ahhh.. i dont care.
i play it cool :D
i like my blank expression, it depicts my abstruse thinking.
i like my monotonous speeches, it verbalizes depth.
doesnt this teach us all a lesson now?
people do judge a book by its cover. pretty plain eh?
and uh-oh if a teacher is reading this, she would know how to lay her hands on me very soon :D
well well, SM is still a goodie by sight ;)
and the most that i cant believe is that, ive changed so awfully much from the innocent, cubby kid i used to be. it might be the right corner to take the turn, but still, the sheer believe is gone.
life is not a fairytale anymore, and home is no longer the castle. reality struck, and somehow, life mutated into such a novel setting. a novel, distressing setting. and there's no escape.
fine, i shall stop complaining.
and i'm still stuck there. i cant seem to recover from the fact that i did pull up such a fluorishing disguise :D
oh sorry, i am a good kid :p
"no need to talk it out; we know what it's all about"
