dear judgmental people,
tell me please. why is it that you're so perfect and i'm not. please, do share your secrets because i would like to know just what rights you have to put me down. if you have nothing to say then shut up. who gave you the rights to judge the way i live my life? i would really like to know because i'm sick and tired of it. it may be easy for you to simply just blurt out something but before you do, is it really so hard to stop and think about what you're about to say? or are you really just that simple minded? if you want to judge me silently or behind my back then by all means. but the minute you say it to my face, then it's a whole different story. i'm not perfect and i've never tried to be. so why is it that some people just have to go around and make my flaws known to everyone else? i'm sorry i can't be like you. and i'm sorry i can't be who you want me to be. but i'm done trying to please people like you. in the end i'm the one that has to live with my decisions. i wish i cared about your opinions but the truth is that i just don't.
BSC
i honestly don't really know why i joined. the only real reason why i went for the interview was because i was afraid that i was going to regret not going. but from the start i already had a feeling that i wasn't going to like it. i'm the kind of person that prefers to sit quietly aside and watch things happen. i don't particularly enjoy being the person that makes things happen. plus, i kinda hate camp. yesterday was the first BSC meeting and i just can't help but feel out of place. i'm not going to judge the people there because i barely even know them. but the fact is that all these people were here because they enjoyed making new friends and going to camp. i was just there because i was scared of regret. i already knew from the start that i wouldn't stay in there forever cause i still wanted to join cmm ig but before i can back out i gotta go for the subcomm camp and for the millionth time. I. HATE. CAMP. why do i do this to myself? right now i just really hope that i can overcome my awkwardness and survive those 3 days. help.
i wish that i could be like the cool kids.
cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
i'm the kind of person that can't say what's on my mind. i'll keep it in until everything just builds up and then i'll implode. then i'll put myself back together and then the process will start all over again. it may seem like such a terrible way to live life but it's really not that hard. the way i see it holding everything in is just the way i cope. by having everything bottled up, it just makes me feel as tho i have something to hold onto and something to stand on. if you make me say what's on my mind it just takes away that coping mechanism and then i just end up feeling more lost than before. i won't tell anyone my problems not because i don't want to but because i can't. firstly, everytime i try to do so, the words just don't come out. and secondly, if i tell you what's wrong, i don't think i'll even know how or what to do with myself after that. i'll just feel empty. i know i had something else that i wanted to get off my chest but i starting think about design school's chicken cutlet with nacho sauce and now i just can't find my train of thoughts. if you haven't notice i'm just pretty much typing out everything that comes to my head. hmmm. can't remember. moving on.
all my submissions are just piling up but yet here i am still trying to get my shit together. it's come to a point where i know that my projects are falling apart but yet i don't know how to fix it. sorry for being hopelessly and utterly useless when it comes to school. can everything just go back to pfp where it was so easy and where work would just kinda magically finish itself? i just can't help but envy the new batch of pfp students. as much as i love and appreciate the class that i'm in now, i can't help but want pfp to last forever. i know i can't keep holding on to last year. after all,
"you can't keep running back to the past just because it's familiar."
stressed // depressed // and not all that well dressed.

