Recently i found out that...

1. One of my classmates has Hepatitis B

2. Another one lives under a bridge and is suspected to be a druggie

and

3. even though I'm excited to leave next year,

i still can't brush away this lil feeling called FEAR.

I'm drawn to the future but it scares me at the same time.

I think i'm going through that stage again.

Like back in College.

I took my time, i did all i could to stop myself from graduating. 

I would skip class, fail subjects, etc.

Graduating meant having to force my self to grow up and take on

RESPONSIBILITIES. 

That word. The thought of THAT word scared me.

My blog aptly named after my misadventures is quite a bit of contradiction.

I'm never adventurous. I can't take roller coaster rides, i'm scared about a lot of things.

It's just that i think i draw in misadventures, or maybe i get myself into a lot of shit.

I am now, at a point in my life where i see my future as uncertain.

I do not know what's gonna happen to my family, my "relationship", my career.

Am i having a quarter-life crisis?!?