When you have no time, there's just no time. Kinda sad, actually. There are those small things I used to enjoy. Things that really don't matter, yet only I know about them. I don't have time for those small things anymore because (I think) I'm going in the general direction towards the next chapter of my life. I sound like a drama queen and it irks me just to use the phrase "the next chapter of my life", but I can't think of anything better at the moment. I know I should be doing something else other than blogging because even blogging became one of those things I don't have time for anymore.
Sometimes, most times, I feel like I should be somewhere other than where I currently am. I'm talking about a physical location. I think it's that time again: when I see an airplane in the sky and all I could think about is wish I was on that plane.
Ever finished something (that you never thought you would be revisiting) in the past only to find yourself repeating it years later? Yeeeaah.. I don't know how I feel about that. It's not a bad thing, but I'm having selfish thoughts. In the end, I wonder which side will succumb. Only time will tell, which means more time for having no time.
