Limbo

I started this year thinking it would be just another ordinary year that wouldn't go by fast enough. Hah! How wrong i was, this year has been anything but ordinary, friends have changed, subjects have changed, all new scares, brand-new relationships blossomed and old relationships have withered away. And yet, dont you always see yourself as THE ONE constant, the one thing that would never change? Hah! How insanely shallow...

So now, it being august and all, teenage dramas have bloomed into their full potential. Everyone is caught up in their own world, so much so, you ignore everyone else. And yet, you still want the whole world to revolve around you! And when it doesn't, you think its the end of the world, that nobody cares, that your all alone...

You're worried about that huge formal that's coming up next month, you're wondering who's gonna ask who and who is going dateless, you wonder whether you're going to make a fool out of yourself...

Then one day, you chat with an old friend, a friend you hold very dear. And you start complaining about your petty problems, wanting once again the whole entire earth to revolve around you. And your friend sits there listening, patiently, always giving the right responses, although dying of boredom, he has enough sensitivity not to show it.

And all of a sudden, it slaps you in the face! You see just how petty and insignificant all your problems are, when your friend just says something simple like 'I'm missing out on so much'. Then it dawns on you, when this friend gets back, everything will just fall back into place. Everything will go back to the good old days, where things just weren't so complicated. It's like being in limbo, only not realising it.

Next thing you know, you open your eyes and your back in your form 3 classroom, where everything is different and yet, not different at the same time. Sitting with your group of friends and just talking and laughing. And all those problems and disagreements were so trivial. And all those confusing dramas and cliff-hangers that are your life, is nothing more than a funny dream that you will remember only so that you can go to school the next day to tell your besties and laugh over it. Laugh at how ridiculous it sounds that so much can change in a year...

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