"Its not at all black and white, but a thousand shade of gray."
I keep wondering what would have happened if I hadn`t quit.
What would become of me if I had just stuck to it like everybody else did?
Of course, I`d have to work damn bloody hard for every assignments.
But it also meant having a group of people that would always motivate each other.
It also meant, I wouldn`t be the only one having sleepless nights or being brain-drained.
It would also mean that I would have been in Year 2 by now.
I looked through the pictures that my photobooth has taken.
Or the random photo we took.
I saw my old sketchbook and the book we used to write our notes in.
I saw their names that were written in my book.
The drawings that they drew.
I miss my ex-coursemates.
Sometimes, I wish I didn`t have a passion.
Then, I would still be in school and occupied.
Not here, whining about how bored I am.
But that would also mean that I`d be like a zombie robot.
Doing things just for the sake of doing it.
Damn, why is it so hard?!
