Blacking out the Friction.

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Exams are strenuous and stressful period, setting my goals too high and growing more melancholy every hour. Boxing in the pressure and releasing your full potential- according to the education department; everything that determines the rest of your life. As a fool I fall, and have created myself a humble abode with a computer, papers flying everywhere, listening to Death Cab, and hopeful this will all pay rich in return....

Im good at blacking out the friction. So many problems one would usually care, Ive found the benefits of looking at what and who makes me happy. Year 12 ends in 6 months. A whole new chapter of life begins, and I get to chose who I want with me when I open that door. Im so sick of teenagers and schedules and dependence. I am so ready for the next step to Uni and travel and love and weekends and life. The closer I get the more fixed I am on it, and the further it seems. Thus results in no motivation and the end to pretending and being liked by all. I talk to whom makes me smile and I breathe as who I want to be. At the edge of a cliff, with elephant shape clouds above, and the sun shining on my cheeks. Im ready to jump and yet, a rope pulling you back, tied on a tired oak tree, refraining you as per his duty, for another long and strenuous 6 months. In denial and my need to jump, I stay unwillingly. So sorry for the inconvenience to some, my manner of survival is desperate and unwelcoming to those I dont love. Im soo happy that Im good at blacking out the friction. K