bugger.

I woke up feeling happy that it's finally Friday. A day off from school. Nothing special happens on my Friday, except that I'll be expecting my brother from camp, and we would go out for dinner.
This week's passing rather slow with little enthusiasm. I suddenly missed secondary school and poly days. Stress-free and always cheerful without any tired cells in my body. Probably getting really old at this age. Wtf. I hate to admit it, but I fear of growing old. I fear some of the things that my parents have gone through, of all the deaths and betrayals. Wtf. I shouldn't be thinking so much but still it lingers in my mind whenever I think of my life. The questions is, is my life good or lousy? Have I led it the way I want people to see me? The semester is more than half way through and I'm still procrastinating whether to quit school or not. I don't know what is right for me sometimes or rather most of the time. So, what do I really want in life?