At the same time.

"I gotta let my spirit be free to admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind"

Maybe.

Maybe it's just more than coincidence that the teacher in charge for the drama club happens to be my civics tutor.

Maybe it's just a coincidence that my dear friend told me that they had a shortage of people and guys for the drama club this year.

Maybe it's just coincidence that all my endeavours to join the music CCAs have met with one depressing roadblock after the other.

Two more years of drama?

Maybe.

Okay.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.