Monday, January 12, 2009
♥ 8:31 PM
If I could turn back time, I would turn back one year.
I would do better in my studies, I would concentrate on what I could do, I wouldn't try to over-acheive, I would treasure my friends, I would aim for the best, and only the best.
"I guess I need my life to change."
"I need to change my life."
The simple sentence structure carrying so much meaning to some, and yet to others, nothing at all. Do you plan on waiting for your life to change for you, or are you going to make a conscious effort to change it? Is this debacle of rut going to control your life, or do you treat this as an infinitely vicious cycle that never runs dry? If you hurt, is that going to happen indefinitely, or will you throw in the towel only when you've had enough? Will these crimson stains be enough to bring you back, will the anguish on their faces throw you off course and haul you back in? Break this hierarchy, trounce these traditions, collapse under the enslaught of emotions. The line's becoming blurred, the thin line of right and wrong, we can't see where we're headed, we couldn't simply throw heed to the wind. Best of both worlds, I tried, you wouldn't. If you lock me out, this routine of insane repetitions will never cease. I can't try too hard with you. I rest my case.
I know I failed, I know I can't do it. You can condemn me for it, but I won't become smarter overnight. I'll work hard, put in my best.
If I could turn back time, I would turn back one year.