Things are changing. Little things in my life are changing. I was at a restaurant in Cab after Peak the other day and I was staring outside the empty roads that was earlier bustling with people. Then it hit me. I'm 16. Year 11. How is it that i can remember SO CLEARLY what it felt like to be in say, Year 2-3? I still remember that time in year 3 and my class walked over to the year 4 class and I was HOLY SHIT, I'M GONNA BE IN YEAR
4 IN A COUPLE OF MONTHS. And now, argh, life is moving too quick.
I'm nervous. I'm nervous to dive into the textbooks and endless scraps of random sheets and notes. I'm nervous to see how I will do. I'm nervous at the thought of being nervous.
New year, big whoop. But this is different. We're seniors now. I still feel like i've missed out on childhood. No offence to my Mum, I love her to bits, but.. all my memories of being a child was really, simply put: either the image of school - or the terror of tutor.
And I don't blame her for enrolling me so early. I'm not naturally smart- I know that. I just.. feel like I'm missing out. Hence why these holidays I spontaneously decide to go places like centro and such. Relive and take back what could have been mine.
I don't know anymore. The nerves are calming and I MUST get my mind at ease before the stress that lies ahead. I will pull through the next 2 years. I promise to do my best.
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