When I was starting college, I was so certain that I know everything about it. So little did I know that I didn’t have the slightest idea what I’m in for the long haul. It was pretty fun when it started. Then the drama came and all the differences got in the way. I just realized that whatever I experienced through the first few weeks; that was people pretending. We were all pretending because we wanted others to believe this perfect shell that they see outside. The first semester ended and that quite went well. Well, the first semester was safe. I just saw the safe side of everything.
Second semester came and I was turned into this badass person who-didn’t-really-care-what-other-people-would-say-because-it-doesn’t-matter state of mind but that was also a facade. I tripped and fell more in this semester than the last one. I saw all the bad things in college in this semester and sadly, I was kind of a part of some of it.
I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know where I belong and I don’t know who my real friends are. This sounds typical when you read this but this is what I do feel. It’s like I wanna quit school but around here, that is not an option. I keep on telling myself that I don’t want to be a part of any of this then I repeat the mistakes I did. In this world with so many different people, I feel alone.
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