Really Living Requires Really Risking

As I’m staring at the laptop at 3am at the start of the Labour day weekend, I suddenly have this strong urge to write. While this urge should really be channeled to the 3000 words assignment I need to complete by 3^rd May ( which is btw 3 days away ), I, like every other student, turn to other distractions while I have deadlines looming around the corner. Good to know some things don’t change. Hah.

Well I think I need my outlet.

I think I haven’t talked talked in like ages.

I think I haven’t had someone to really talk with for quite some time.

Surprised?

Lol. I know I’m hardly the person who looks like she likes to talk but I do have my days.

And of recently, I think I haven’t been expressing myself much. Or getting someone to listen to what I have to say. Or really sharing what’s been on my mind. Unload myself off the stuffs I have heavy on my chest.

I dunno. Where can I find myself a good talk when I need one? Or how to find myself time to have a good talk?

So while there’s no one awake at this hour ( not even my classmates who should be working on their paper!!), I turn to my trusty blog, one that I’ve neglected for a loooong time, but unlike friends who might turn you away when you’ve put their friendship at the backseat, my blog is ever ready and ever willing to listen to me rant. Whenever I want. Oooh, I love this relationship already.

Maybe I should have just joined the guys for Catan.

Maybe I should’ve allowed myself to think about stuffs. Stuffs that I’ve specifically chosen not to.

Perhaps life’s not all that complicated but we are the culprits who made it to be.