Getting out.

Trying to get out of my comfort zone, work hard for my last year of degree. Thankful that I've passed all my papers, went for a soulful trip with the bunchs, after a beer session we opened up alot more in the circle, confessions and truths, being a little crazier before I turn to the real adulthood of 21st. Lastly, trying to make full use of whatever there is, enjoy everything, don't laze around, and be a better person than yesterday. We all need to grow better day by day, no doubt.

Alicia

The battle of myself

To be honest, this battle is very lonely.
I'm not sure how to overcome it, but I have to.
As I grew older, I feel more anger, jealously, and also selfishness.
But most importantly, I feel more lonely.

Is there a hand for me to hold on? Or is there hope for me?

Alicia

Tranquilizer

The emptiness that I used to feel oh' so comfortable with has become a fear of myself. My constant empty thoughts have reminded me of how vulnerable I am. Though I appreciate the tranquil moments I'm listening to, I worry for tomorrow may be a repeat of the past. I'm trying to overcome my failures, constantly reminding myself how I've not push myself to the limit, constantly reminding myself how disappointing I am, as a human being I suppose. A soulful human being.

I need a hug, but nobody ever offered. To offer with a sincere heart, I needed it. I need to be told I'm not alone in this realm of downslope, I want to know I can go through and overcome this turbulence. A hug is all I need, I might not want it, but I know I need it.

My recent serenity and tranquilizer.



Alicia

Reminder, bitch. Move your ass next time.

6:49

Because, I needed it

Because this should be a freaking reminder. Start early, you lazy ass. When I do coffee, it's just to stay awake. I'm suuuuuuuch a tea person... Dear tea, I didn't outcast you, it's just your caffeine-ity didn't serve me right, ain't strong enough. Consequently coffee didn't really help, I feel jitterish, or maybe it's happening already.

2500 words in 24 hours time. Nuff said, procrastination at it's best. Have I become so oblivious to the assignment weeks? So numbbb.

We Become What We Practice.

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."
—Aristotle

Source

I am.

"I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I."
—Sylvia Plath

I Confess.

Here's a confession.
I don't read. I don't read enough and I don't read as much as I would.
Let's just say it's been quite a while since I've finished ONE book.
Storybook, that is, magazines don't count.
I read unnecessary stuff at most. Well, beauty articles and irrelevant newsfeeds.
However, as I'm studying authorship which is slightly relevant to literature,
I find it enjoyable. I CONFESS (oh noes... if my classmates know this, they'll bloody laugh at me).
I find it intriguing, but it's one big blackhole of blur.

I wish I could read as often as I could. As now I'm quite oblivious to people, (I actually realize my social skills is deteriorating as of end of last year, was so depressed I couldn't talk without blabbering and slurring, well, that's a WHOLE other story). I would prefer to drown in books. Expand my thoughts and just be smart. I don't know. Authorship is taking a toll on me. It's silently and patiently changing me. I know. Random post because I saw this picture while researching on my assignment. Back to assignments T.T... I hate this, cause we're forced to research it. I CAN DO THIS!

Alicia