11.11.11

So I’m supposed to be writing this privately, but since livejournal in general refuses to cooperate, I’m just going to put this on tumblr and bother all your dashboards with my rants and word vomits about life. 

I started making wishes on 11:11 two years ago. I don’t know why I still keep on wishing, or I don’t even remember the things I wished for back then, but they sure as hell never came true. Which gets me to wonder sometimes, why I even bother doing so in the first place.

Everybody’s been raving about the whole 11/11/11 at 11:11 thing and I’ve done nothing but be stuck at home and do more (possibly) relevant things. Like homework and lounging around and watching more tv shows. In short my Friday was pretty much like my sembreak only with a little more schoolwork and teenage angst.

Truth to be told I would’ve preferred to have spent it somewhere else like how I promised my orgmates I’ll be going to the GA today and how later on tonight me and my friends were supposed to have our own little Banchetto event but I’m amazing and broke and forgot to ask my mum for money as I overslept for what may have been the first time since school started.

I like wishing. It gives me the little things to think about right at that moment before I go to sleep and sometimes it gives me things to hope for in the future (ugh lol cheesy ikr) but I guess at such a “significant wishing night” like this (or at least what everyone hypes it up to be) I wouldn’t know what to wish for.

I could always wish for the same things I’ve been wishing for the whole year ‘round, like finish school, or wish for a person (which at the moment I’m still trying to get back up and right now there might be actual people, but I at least want to know for certain which one I might have actual feelings for or which one—maybe both—I just feel attracted towards to only because they’re there and there’s really no one else.) or wish to have better talents, or for pete’s sake lose weight or something but I don’t know if they’re either overwished for or not the least bit significant at this point in my life. Oh wellz.