the one with random

kinda sick and tired of the life i am boing through now. everything seems so damn routine. wake up, lunch, stuck in reading room to study for the rest of the day, break here break there, run, back to books, and here i am back in my room doing random stuff like blogging, gaming, videoing. another 8 more days before all this ends and i seriously can't wait for the last paper.

i think i put on a fake front. emotions cooped up inside, dying to get out but i just keep pressing them back in. and crack jokes, smile most of the time to mask. but this is what i chose. not to share. to hide. but when i wish to talk, i can just blatter things out.

there are always some things that you might lose to others, but there are always other aspects that you will have an edge over others. there is no need for comparison. to each his own.