I usually try to ignore the fact that I’m not good-looking. Like the way I believe everything is a miracle and yet deep down I know I’m gonna faint if one happened in front of my eyes right now. In the same way, I think I have a faint potential for looking good which deep in my heart I don’t really believe.
Complex, complex. Everything’s so complex.
Visited my primary school today. South Point Junior. Rush of nostalgia. There used to be a huge, insurmountable wall in the compound. I found it today to be an arm’s length above my shoulder. I could easily jump over it if I wanted. How things change.
I’ll be leaving behind a really long list of incomplete things I would’ve liked to complete. I’m fairly sure of that right now. Potential items on that list would be
1 Learn German.
2 Learn to play the guitar.
3 Visit Antarctica.
4 Visit Egypt.
5 Know who I am.
6 Have a male best friend. (And I don’t mean a good best friend. I mean a best best friend.)
And of course,
7 Be good-looking.
I’ll be signing off now.