Lonely Hearts Club



Here I am, writing on what I would call a personal diary although I don’t think how a blog would be considered personal since its deliberately exposed to the social network. Which is the last thing on this planet that reflects being allegedly private. so here’s the thing:  I’m pretty sure last month I had so many things planned in my mind to what I would do after my examination. Driver’s license, getting a job, looking up at University applications... and it always ends up with me wasting my time like a certified procrastinator would be. I always plan things end ended up not following the things I have planned. It’s a bad indicator that my future life would be messy and unorganized but I’ll just put aside that thought. Nobody is perfect by the way. In fact, I consider that flaw as something relatable to almost every teenager at this complex height of our life.  Seeing all my other friends, I do feel slightly envy of their current achievements. Some got a job, and even passed their driver’s license test. This just adds up to my pathetic zero’s of accomplishments I planned to achieve. Not that I don’t want any of these things, its just that there are so many things holding me back. My parents (mostly my paranoid mom) are worried that I’m not responsible enough to drive a car. I have to agree on her on that one somehow, because I am afraid too of what might happen. Haha, me? Driving a car? I can’t even hold and balance a baby well, how on earth am I going to conduct a real car. Even so, is she going to resent me from taking a driver’s license forever? How am I going to face my fears when I don’t try to overcome them? They can’t expect me to use a bus or taxi to go to work for the rest of my life.  I won’t blame anyone on not getting a job though. Stubborn thoughts in my head like “that place’s too far, that shop’s too dangerous to work in, that area is not comfortable, I want a part time job not a full time job”. This I blame myself. No hurry. I’m not going to torture myself to work at a place I don’t want to just because I got bored at home. I am picky and I found this peculiar characteristic about me unchangeable.  One thing I hate about staying at home all day is that I feel extremely lazy. My stamina is weak, and my body feels exhausted most of the time. I hate that feeling of waking up in the morning and already feel like I just want to stay on bed the whole day. My daily routine which includes reading the same novel over and over again (I swear I’ve read everything there is in my shelve; minus that sappy vampire novel that bores me since I’m not fond of supernatural  events... i love watching them, not reading them... i even finished reading Peony In Love and Baby Proof and it only took 2 days) painting, drawing meaningless pictures, yawning, arguing with my little sister, yawning again, surfing the internet,  watching tv (I do this activity less now since my sister conquers the tv during the holidays…  which brings back to the point of why I argue with her most of the time… that bastard does not owns the tv for crying out loud) tangling my hair, listening to depressing melodies (mainly consists of Lana Del Rey and Birdy; way to mix my emotions huh) doing my chores and eat, eat, eat. other than that, I have nothing significant to do.