why do i always have to make decisions last?
why do i never know where to go - in life?
i never know what i want to do, or what i want.
tasnia knows for definite that she wants
to do medicine or biochemistry,
and she's set on imperial and oxford.
she's decided this since she started secondary.
i wish i was this focused and ambitious, so jealous.
i hate not knowing what to do,
yet i put myself in this position every single time.
i always have to make the wrong decision,
to know which decision was worth making.
i always end up breaking my own heart,
to realise his heart was worth breaking.
i always have to make a mistake,
to know which friends are worth keeping.
i chose the subjects i chose at gcse,
because i wanted to be the perfect child.
i hated them and only loved graphics,
which was the only subject i'd chosen.
you'd think i would've learnt
to listen to myself when it came to a levels.
but i didn't even know what i wanted to be,
or what i wanted to do in the future.
and now i'm enduring 3 more months,
and another year of the same stupid subjects
which i have no interest in.
ooh, that was smart, wai man.
i broke person A's heart when he confessed his feelings
because i didn't want to break person B's heart.
but i ended up breaking my heart too, because
deep down, everyone knew i wanted person A.
i argued with my parents over my friends.
only to be proven that they weren't my friends.
i know no one is perfect,
but why am i so imperfect?
and for every time i make a mistake,
all i seem to do,
all i seem to do,
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