I really need to have my hair cut~ It is still quite short but... it bothers me *random statement*
Tomorrow I'll have to get up early~ I'm seeing some of my classmates at eight o' clock. We're going at school to watch the seniors as they take the third and last part of their exams. It'll be all about discussing the various subjects; for each one of them a student has to pick up a particular topic, and then link them all together and make an essay. Since next year will be our turn, we thought it'd be a good idea to go and see with our own eyes: many laws concerning school and education have changed, in the past months, and the exams are now pretty different - and much more difficult - than they were before. It is so unfair: last year things were still
so easy...! I guess it's just me being lucky as always *frowns*
However, the thought of leaving high school once and for all makes me happy: I can't believe so much time has already passed by. So many things occurred, so many things changed both about me and the people I know, that it doesn't feel right-- like all of these events needed a larger span of time to happen so that I could savour them, analyze them better and maybe grow up a little bit more.
I love remembering, keeping small things which lack apparently of any meaning like stupid doodles I made at school, silly pics, dried flowers and such, because they all make me remember more vividly some episodes from my past. I want to keep all of my memories - the sad, terrible ones as well as the happy ones, because I believe that there is always something good we can learn from our life; even from the worst and most hurting experiences. If we don't let ourselves go and surrender to them, hardships only make us grow further, don't they? I treasure every second I lived through-- even those when all I wanted was to escape from this world, from my own existence, because time went by and I chose to go on all the same, and I could understand that I was wrong, that life can indeed be beautiful, if we work hard.
Yet it is not my wish to live in the past. I'm always, always looking forward, and the simple thought of meeting so many new people at university that share, most probably, the same interests and dreams as me, of following a path which will lead me to the realization of a dream, makes me incredibly happy...!
What does truly scare me, is becoming an adult. I'm already realizing that some parts of me have disappeared or - better - it's more like they've been put to sleep by my being cynical. I totally lack spontaneity, and I can't bring myself to behave otherwise.
I feel like I've grown up too fastly, and that caused me to leave behind the best things about myself; to forget them like many adults do.
I'm afraid that, in a bunch of years, I will even stop dreaming, and I'll lose the capacity to write my stories and my fanfictions. I'm afraid I'll wake up, on a day like many others, and I'll found myself devoid of any creative impulse, of the ability to always find the brighter side in whatever happens, in whatever I see.
I want to keep looking at the world, at my friends and at strangers too, and find something unique in each of them; let it bloom in my mind till it reaches my hands, and I have to write it down. The problem is, I don't think it will be a matter regarding only my free will.
Per Pity: se hai letto tutta 'sta roba, compliments. Se no, non ti menzionerò mai più. Ora vado a faticare
per te: vedi, VEDI come ti voglio bene, vedi???!!! Ahahah. Magari per domani il capitolo lo finisco davvero >.<;