conversation with the future

I am officially hating Senior High.

I find things are not as perfect as it used to be, well things were not perfect back then, but it was good, good enough.

Well they say good enough doesn't count. They say when we're doing better, that does counts.

Good things fall apart, so better things can take place? Yeah, right.

I need a break, a short break. I think I'm just tired of this place.

So, then again. Every night I had this conversation with the future, it was not as good as I thought it's gonna be. It was blurry, fuzzy. My relationship with the future isn't going anywhere. There, only right there.

We're not moving.

Still.

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No movement.

I'm insecure.

Oh wait. Until then, I recently discovered that I'm a perfectionist.

Uber-cool-ness.