Sickness is SOOO last year

Put your hands up if you were annoyed at the timing in which you got sick.

Ok that’s about… all of you.

You know, I feel like being sick is the worst thing that can happen. It usually puts me in a dilemma, or just in the worst situation ever. Timing wise- horrific.

I used to not get sick at all. Most of the time, it was once every two years or so, a big flu that attacks and goes away. It was never of much significance because I was young, school wasn’t hard to catch up, and I usually had my mom check up on me every hour. Now, I get it frequently, light colds, but with the tendency to drag along for a very long time. A day of school missed is basically worth 3 days to catch up on my own. So I can’t miss a lot of school, and I try not to, but sometimes, I feel like the timing is just…perfect. It seemed like every time I got sick, a class had the longest amount of notes, or a pop quiz, or a test, or an important discussion. If only I could choose a day on my own to get sick, I would go for the days we don’t do anything.

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Breaking the Barriers

As time goes by, there is one point where everything clashes together and you just want to give up. There is a point in time where everything piles up inside you and you feel the lid about to explode in your mind. That point was now.

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Yet… deep inside me, I had the urge to want to do something as cool, as memorable, as this. Although at the moment, all I want is for summer to come, for limitless slumber, for unscheduled days, to be able to go eat wherever I want. But will I not regret it?

However, there’s the other side of my brain that questions this. What if I get embarrassed? What if, like the other one, it will become ultimate failure and wasn’t worth the try? Do I really need to go through the process of being embarrassed?

Now THAT is a big barrier. I don’t get this thought often, but when it hits me, it builds up, stays strong, and I tend to move away, towards another road that is open.

There is a big barrier, that must mean this is the wrong road. That was the thought I got most of the times, being a hypocrite, yes I am. I tell the world to break the barrier, yet when it comes to me, I do the opposite. And that is going to change. A thought came into mind, wondering what would have happened if I had just climbed over that boulder, as hard and risky as it is, and how my life would have been different. Would it have been far easier, more exciting, less stressful as it is now? Or would it have had no difference at all? Maybe it would have been worse.

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