I think for now I want to talk about how much I've (not) matured since starting sixth form.
I was fifteen, first of all, the reserved type. I was actually pretty clannish, come to think of it. No tact to speak of. Judgmental as hell....and coming from someone who purports to dislike being judged...
And I think I was pretty contrary and hypocritical. Stubborn too. Oh, the list could continue on forever.
Secondly, in terms of academia, I had this notion that heyy I made it to sixth form. I'm the shit. Blah bluh blah.
I also was pretty sure what direction my life was supposed to take....that'll be funny later on.
Now I'm seventeen (and a half 😁😁😁) and...I was so stupid yo
I'm not saying I'm now omniscient since I'm almost out of sixth form. But I've learnt quite a lot. I learned what true humility is. (After unit 1 CAPE who wouldn't?) I learned what true friendship is. I learned how to not be a silly bitch and actually be friendly to people (Excelsior... 😄)
But I seem to have developed a sudden case of identity crisis and am unsure as to what the hell I want to do when I get to college. Oh well.
So I guess this is it. These days I'm forever tired. Just wanna curl up below a fan for a full year and read and listen to Imagine Dragons and Damien Rice and write.
But no pain no gain is what they always say.
Till June, guys. ✌👋
-me.
