Sunday, 25 August 2013

I'm Sad.

I'm Sad. oh my god, Bisma, nobody cares. Why am I sad, you ask? It's Because the summer holidays are coming to an end. Hang on, let me just jump off a cliff. 

I'm so annoyed, agitated, disgruntled, discontented, angered, exasperated, vexed (I may have used a thesaurus for this part). It's not because I don't want to go back to school, though that is a point, but it's because I'm annoyed with myself at the fact that I haven't done anything productive. Nothing. Zilch. Isn't that how it always goes though? We tell ourselves that we'll do this, and that, and everything, but when the time comes, we just can't be bothered. 


The thought of going back to school makes me feel uneasy. I'm obviously not the only one, but I really don't want to go back to school. It's not just about the work, it's about the environment, it's as if I go to school to get experience on a prisoners life. 


Okay, I should be grateful that I get an education, that the teachers are qualified, that our environment is safe and we have all the facilities, but sometimes what matters most is how we feel, emotionally. We get told to be free, to express ourselves, yet we have a strict uniform and behavior policy, so technically, we're not free to be ourselves.

School takes this wonderful concept of learning and discovering new things and just completely ruins it with the tense atmosphere of judgement and strict deadlines and basing your intelligence on a letter which you could easily copy off google.


 I guess that's just how high school really is. It makes me want to dip my fingers in chilly powder and rub my eyes. 


This is me crying. Feeling sorry for myself. 
Oh, and don't you think I'm amazing at making
these pictures. PLEASE, TELL ME I'M AMAZING. 


Saturday, 24 August 2013

The Introduction

HEY GUYS! Oh my God, my first post. Okay, Bisma, calm down. This is the hard part, you know, actually introducing myself. I don't even have an audience as I've just started blogging. AWKWAAAARD. I'm not going to lie and tell you that writing is my passion, because it most certainly isn't. However, I do enjoy writing. I've been told I'm good by some, but I've been told I'm crap by others (harsh, I know)

A bit about myself, no? I honestly don't know how to describe myself. Others would describe me as a really happy person, someone who is all flowers and rainbows and bunnies descending from the bright blue sky. I somewhat agree. However, on rare occasions I can be the opposite, which isn't very nice. Okay I'll shut up about me.


Moving on. More about my blog. Why did I make a blog, you ask? Well I don't know either. I guess I just have a lot of feelings that need expressing, okay? Jokes aside, I really don't know. I'll just be posting random things in the hope that someone will read and take inspiration, ha.


I honestly don't mind if nobody reads my blog though, because writing and reading back what I wrote brings me nothing but sheer pleasure. I don't usually write, but when I do, I get carried away. Like right now.


I don't have much to say. Holidays kill my creativity. Okay bye.



This is me excited about my first blog post 


(OMG SO COLOURFUL)