Ever felt like there's something bigger out there planned for you? Ever felt like you're destined to do something bigger, or greater? Ever asked yourself: Is this it? Is this my purpose in life? My eventuality?

As I sit here, just after I've re-read one of my favorite books, I can't help but wonder if this is really just it. Sometimes I wish for something more. Something extraordinary to happen in my life. But no, this is it. Plain. Simple. Ordinary. Now that I'm about to venture into my boring reality once again... back to the daily routines, predictable everyday events, I can't help but envy those who face danger everyday. Those whose lives do not revolve around waking up, going to school, worrying about assignments and quizzes, then back to the beginning of the cycle over and over again... I guess my mind is just filled with this pulsing desire for something which does not exist. Something that will never come. That something that'll make me want to live and be excited every time I wake up. But no. It isn't here. And I am running out of patience waiting.

To be honest, I don't know what kind of phase I'm experiencing right now. It seems like I've lost the will to live or something. Everything is just too BLAH for me. I just hope there's something more.

Oh who am I kidding. You'll never understand me. Even I don't understand what's happening to me. -_-