ill never shut up about how growing up sucks. big time. looking back at my old posts on this blog i realsed how i am always worried about growing up, big changes in life, transitions into say, another supposedly advanced phase of life, hell, i dont even know why i feel like reiterating pretty much the same feelings id written over and over before in yet another fresh post. i dont know what the point of this post is. or any of it really. ive got my 2016 replay playlist on– songs of my spm days, basically. ive been brought back into classroom 512 in mrsm taiping at several points in my listening. its so fucking sad really, to realise how long ago that was, how far away 2016 was–unreachable. to realise where i am now. its big, i should be grateful to still be alive, to have achieved what i achieved, to have met so many new friends, to have journeyed this far. but oh. the morose, to think that in a blink of an eye, i will probably change a great deal, nothing will be as it is now–if im still alive that is. everything keeps changing, so fast at that and all i want is to just pause and close my eyes, even for just a while, to rehat

bro(me), its 2 am and ure dwelling too deep into smething that isnt that great a deal, its something everyone else experiences as well, and it sure as hell is not exclusive to u. so stop, stop thinking about it, dont complicate life any more than this and go to bed. 

ure right ill just go to bed. its as good a rest as any can get