mudSlide_03's journal

Dearest Darling Self

I know in recent years, I've bitterly neglected you. But alas! It is not due to a fault of my own. I have made many enimies and it takes time to keep them all happy. So many idiots... So little time...

My dear self...

I have a confession to make, I like lamin' it out at the library.

*blink*

*blink blink*

Er... o...

You knew?

Well, then, there's no need for this then.

The End.

O the utter joys of being completely lost on campus. Atleast I get the time to sit around doing nothing. Sigh...
Somebody?
Anybody?
Help?

A learner recently died (along with his sister) at our high school. We had a memorial and the principal said something that kinda stuck in my head. He said "The children that died did not wake up thinking that that would the last time they ever get up" That got me thinking. Every breath you take brings you closer to death. Since you were born. But. We spend our time living like the consept of death doesnt exist. I'm mean, we spend so much time thinking about what we will do in the future. At a funeral people say life goes on. But for the dead person, life stopped already. Life stops sometimes and it got the annoying habit of not starting up again!