"maybe things don't happen for a reason. maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us. maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no meaning. maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality. what if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be? we're just lost souls wandering endlessly, desperately seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the end no matter what. what if we've tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't?"
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.
Me every time I eat: this is why I'm fat