dementia praecox

Felt pretty 闷 due to the fact that I am now in class. Can't think of any ideas for the project so basically, 没贡献的过了一个早上。Was in the mood for scribbling into nothingness. That will probably just give me less time for studies and more 写作的坑 to 埋。Whatever, you think I care? I want comments so do visit my LJ.

Re-read Harper Lee's "To Kill A Mocking Bird" and felt emotions coursing through me. The feel is really different from studying it for literature exams. Images of Atticus visited my mind and all I could think of is he's telling me "Try to put yourself in his shoe and walk around in it..." There, my screws are not loose,(not those! I mean the ones that are still there.) I just have someone in mind when that phrase stomp over my conscience.

As a class representative, maybe I should've taken the time to have a chat or something. The words will hurt, no doubt about it. But, if he changes for the better, why not? However, cowardice sunk it's teeth into me before I can escape. Thus the guilt trip now.

HECK! WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE TO GET BITTEN!?!

Labels: Bookworm, Ponders, Rants, Studies/Work, Weirdology