What to talk about before the stroke of midnight?

At 11 am, I stare blankly at my computer screen, hoping that at some point, something magical will happen.
Probably not, it's another day gone by so quickly.

Right now, I'm waiting for things to download and I'm also watching Bob's Burgers, maybe try a new cartoon in order to spark the banal existence of my last few days in Jakarta. I can never follow a series unless it's animated. Maybe it's because I grew up with cartoons and this infatuation with cartoons make me feel youthful.
Either way, I'm still a KID... AT... HEART. :D

Well, right now, I'm excited to come back to KL. I've been long overdue. There's been a lot of drama going on in KL and I just want it to stop.

I mean, seriously, it's already after High School. We should grow up. Yet, we can't. That's the problem. Growing up seems like a death sentence, something that you know will happen but wish for it to not come. I guess I'm just angry at the fact that I haven't grown up yet.
I can't be an independent person like I should be. In fact, I'm far from independent.
I'm so screwed for university.

-sigh-

Things have just got me thinking and I think that I just miss the thrill of writing. I get so jealous when a young budding writer pops up with a winning book and I'm stuck wondering, "What have I done with my life?"
I use to have dreams, but they quickly seem to shatter.

Confession:
I'm not really into my degree at all in university. I feel no connection to what I am going to do later in life. I just don't want to grow up anymore. I wish to remain carefree.
I'm scared to venture out to the States. I'm afraid of change, the bad kind.


I'm just really confused.

I guess my emotional strife is due to the fact that I am currently in PMS mode.
It's tough and the stupid breakouts are not even helping.


Till I get my sanity back, be sure to prepare for really odd mood swingssss...