To breathe, we first have to release.

I think maybe seniors or people that rank higher in ways such as experience or something else are given a type of crash course or handout. All they say will always be hypocritical, shallow and mostly irrelevant. Like when you fall in and out of love, all they say will be 'you'll get over it', 'it's just a phase' and sometimes 'it's all gonna be okay'. On the contrary, me thinks not. It's been fourteen years, and I still can't decide what I want. Like times where I eat Ice cream I will be stuck with a dilema whether to choose lime or orange sorbet. But they're all sorbet, you say. And by that, you have just exhibited your depth or should I say, shallowness. And usually, I like being restricted, like having no other choice. What I like is to be in control by being controlled. No, not in the way that I need a dominitrix. Seniority is not supposed to be like this. Not supposed to be ranked by the level of superiority you allegedly self proclaim to have. You assume just because you had your heart broken one too many times, or because you are one year older, or because the school 'stalks' you, or because lots of people go after you, you assume that people pant after you. And if all you wanted was to play, youre so shallow. But it aint your fault youre shallow. But at least, when everything surfaces, when the truth comes out, you trust wholeheartedly. An if all you want to be now, is a good senior or friend, or you enjoy being on top and you think you deserve to be, do not self proclaim your superiority, keep your dignity and leave others be. Youre not superior, youre superficial. But if you were superior, you should have told me, happiness is hard. And second, don't make the same mistakes we did.

In time, we hide our lies. In lies we hide our truth. And in truth? We hide ourselves.

Note to self: Happiness is hard.