I never looked back. I tried to think logically in every situation and gave myself no room for regret. My source of actions was already predetermined by fate and so there was no point in resisting. Looking back on your past would just make it your God. You would always be worried about the choices you make. The past would force you to make decisions that you would not originally agree with. It would rise with ambition and become fastidious, every task would become an ordeal.
In school the subject i most despised was History. The teacher would repetitively state that we must learn from our mistakes, but History always tended to repeat itself one way or another. It was a long two hours that would eventually be erased from my memory.
I hated everyone. You could argue that i had a very antisocial personality or that i was extremely awkward, but I'd rather experience the pain of a heart attack each time i slept, than to befriend those who proudly wore fake smiles upon their faces and hid behind a boisterous and jocular behaviour. Everyone here disguised their true feelings in order to be able to pass time. School life was a mere distraction from the agony and despair they felt within themselves. Unfortunately, I was stuck with them.
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