you know, being surrounded by studious and painstaking people was never easy, really. once i had a class who all the people inside didn't really fakkin' care about study, we stepped our foot in school just to meet society and gained some fun, babbling and gossiping with no intentions during the school hours, play play play and play inside our head. you know, just like any others freshman.

but now? i am trapped in a place called class which was really different with the previous one. i liked the people, they were all fine, they were all friendly. but they were also....hardworkers. realized that i couldn't be  like i used to was really, really tiresome. i had to pretend like someone else, someone that far away from who i really am. i had to study harder, harder, and harder. i had to make my self not look like an idiota around them. i had to reach good score on every subjects just to not feel ashamed.

maybe no one forced me to be like this, to be like them. it is just self-awareness. but sometimes it is also good. i am being so motivated by them. they also gave me a lot of benefits. i feel smarter than at the first grade. but i am tired. i need some space. 

i miss my old days.

A derp who loves talking too much, still a student though. Enclosed spaces are cozy; I'm weird like that.
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