Slice Two - Pulp One: Giving Up is an Option
Or it is what I've been thinking off a lot lately.
+Home:
My family are being more frantic than they were before. The hair issue hadn't been brought up till now, they just focused on my studies. Isn't it bad enough that I have to stay up late at night to finish all my school works and then they would all go "That's why you keep failing, you never get enough rest." It's like they do not see the work I am doing to prevent failing again. And what? I only failed one subject due to the lack of points to reach that high cut off rate. They kept on rubbing it in, and now they are saying that I am not attending school anymore? WTF. They just can't tell what's happening to me, and that's how I wanted it to be. I just want them to back off a little. I want Isa back, he knows how I work and do.
+School:
This is what all us undergraduates like to blame for pressure. True, but my academic performance is only a part of why am I down. Sure, I've been doing a lot better on my Analytic Geometry, Web Development and Philosophy classes. All that I am concerned about is that of my Physics classes, lecture and laboratory. I've been missing points on my laboratory class due to my tardiness and absences, I know that was my fault. Though I'd blame it on my state right now.
+Contemplating on life, generally:
Ever had the feeling that everything had just turned on to you? First it feels like a normal thing and then the next thing that you know it is ready to devour the whole of you. Feeling so bad on the inside is not a good thing, yeah I know, but you can't help the fact that you are feeling it. Sure, go out and have some fun with the people who you think would give that fun... but in reality, it's just all smiles and laughter... not fun.
There are things that you could do before since you have the thrive to make it happen. The factors are all there and that is the reason for the success of a certain something. You do stuffs out of knowing that you would all feel the "enjoy" you are all looking for, it was all fun and being laid-back. Though, look at what is happening after that. Everything just faded? You dun know anymore what had occured to make you like what you are now? I mean, come on... can't you see the change? We know that things aren't permanent, you could say that there would still be some things that would go unchanged. "You couldn't see the same river twice." Understood that?
Everytime I went out of the house to go somewhere, I can't help the fact to remember everything that is of my late "someone." I miss the presence of that certain person, often times I see flashes of what would've happened at a certain situation if that person was still with me.
For example, I really hate it when I am all alone even though I look like I prefer to be alone. Walking is one thing, when I walk from a certain tea shop to the campus, it takes me a whole 15 minutes to get there. If that certain someone was with me, all we would do is to mess around and have the fun we used to have before. Another thing is inside the campus, during breaks I often goes around hanging out with various groups and cliques. It's just like that, I am not a part of a permanent group... since I am really an outgoing and social person. Though the feeling of not really being a part of the group I hang out with is kinda, not nice. I know I am welcome and all, but sometimes... my inferiority complex kicks in and makes me wonder what the people I'm with thinks about me. Whether they want me with them or not. If that certain someone was still alive and was going in the same school as me, we would still be hanging around with different groups. But it's like having someone that you could really feel comfortable and safe with. Same thing happens when going home, I would find people to tag along with on the way home. Since I live practically 2 hours away from the university, I dun want to be alone at those times. I'm like something that would cling and tag along to groups that are going the same way with me, but like what I said... sometimes, I wonder if it is getting too uncomfortable to them that I am like this.
Gods, I'm practically living on my memories of while that certain someone was still alive.
If there are things that you wish you could do... things that you think would make everything back to normal and alright. That's plain wrong. Everything's happening not for a reason... but for something else. And I want to know what that something else is.

