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Storms rock. There's the sunshine afterward to look forward to.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Musings of the Underperforming

Barring death, tragic events happening to you or people you care about, and love problems, the worst possible feeling one could possibly have is having hope dashed to bits.

'The past wouldn't bother me anymore'? I want to believe, but it seems that I can't let it go just yet. How could I, with the past continuously sneering in my face and taunting me, telling me that even though I threw away my past, it's not as if life became better. No, it did, but it's still tainted.

I don't need reminders that I'm underperforming. THAT painful truth, I know too well. It breathes down my breath every time our academic prowess is tested. And being in the land of high standards and expectations doesn't help either.

Do I know I'm in danger? Yup. Do I care? Infinitely. Am I doing anything about it? Not enough, it seems. The promos were an indicator of that. Can I reach where I need to in time? God willing, I pray so.

Just when I thought I had it worked out.

Ok, enough. Breathe. God, ignite my Positivity again, please. I want to smile, and smile honestly at that, not the guarded sad smile, but the easy-coming infectious smile. Please, Father. Now, without Your joy, it's all I can do not to cry more than is healthy. But the tears just keep coming.

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Where stray bolts(thoughts) get discharged from my head before they ionise every brain cell in my cerebral cortex.

That is... if I had one...

Name: WthameXt

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