The gears in the watch click rapidly. I cradle the watch in my palm, looking at the light glint on the metallic surface, off every detail, every vine and every numeral engraved and embossed on the cover.
There was a time yesterday where I almost cracked, under the strains and stresses of a new environment entirely foreign to the one I am so used to. The missed waves, the admittedly unappetizing food, the terrible grades (which is surprisingly the least of my concern) the lack of social interaction and the long, long, depressing wait through the afternoon… I really sound spoilt, don’t I? I’m better now after griping to a bunch of people about it, but it’s really pathetic to live in the same place you study. Even more pathetic to gripe about it though. I can feel myself losing my sanity or something. I might have been joking. Can’t tell.
A faint chill floats in from the windows and slithers down my neck. I shiver slightly.
Isn’t it interesting that I like getting drunk solely because it makes me more confident about myself? I’m clearly uncertain about which step to take next, and I end up stagnating, fawning over the past while the present, getting my mind riled up over the wrong things while feeling terrible for the cheapest of reasons.
The camera’s film has run out, I can’t wait to see what’s inside.
Ah, I can’t help but grin wildly when thinking of Saturday. For once, I had forgotten that it was my birthday… It became a moment where time had stopped, where all worries and evils and stresses became non-existent, when we skipped and laughed beneath the nightlights, and when we simply enjoyed each others’ companies. In my half-sober state I was the happiest I had ever been for the longest time.
My eyelids are getting heavy.
I’m always much more fortunate than I think, and I love life, and everyone who matters, for this fortune. Thank you, thank you for being there. Thank you for being the people I can laugh with, and share everything with.
I can’t wait to see what the future holds for all of us.
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