The train travelled down the tracks in the shapely afternoon, I gazed out of the window.

I thought, and I thought. I used to engage on a childish mindset, that whatever I'm doing in school will not affect much of my career, at least not the subjects I hate. I slack and laze off for work. I copy and brief through homework. And I learn nothing.

I think what everyone should focus on, not only lies within those freaking thick books of knowledge, but as well as your attitude towards all these shit, and I mean it. Me, I'm a failure at it. I'm a last minute kinda guy which obviously does badly in class. On the other hand, look at people like Josh, he's so determined and hardworking. It's the learning attitude that educators wanna nurture in us. I have failed, and I want to grab the rope now, before it disappears from my sight forever.

I look at the things around me, my friends mostly, the things I have, the things I lost, the things I don't want to lose. I want a good life in the future, but first I have to deserve it. I can't afford to shake my legs and doze off in class. I wanna be able to tell myself, that I'm worth a good life.

Heh I know it sounds exaggerated and shit, but I think of stuff, yes I do. Now, finally, the feeling is back. This time, I hope I can keep it.