Open.

Lately the days breeze through with routines that never cease to slowly become boring. Wake up early, get on the ridiculously early bus, study, lunch and drifting around a house that slowly feels like prison.

Behold teenage angst.

Maybe its caused by the haze. Maybe its due to being broke. Maybe it is the tooth's sudden growth. Or maybe it is just cabin fever.

Regardless, is this what I want for myself? To live day by day as so. Bland...urgh, typing it even leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I wonder what happened between form 5 and now. And why it seems as though I am slowly being led to follow instead of lead.

What on earth has happened? I know why.

I forgot to live. I forgot to open my eyes to the morning and think beyond the routines. And so here I am at 12. 13 am, more awake then ever. Because finally in a long time, my eyes are open.

My time is now.
Question is, when are you going to wake up?