If there's one thing that I love, it's biking downhill. I love it when the breeze brushes past my cheeks and ruffles my clothes. I am going to do that more often in the future, doing things I love, id est.
I strive to be laden with nothing and regress to being a happy kid. How I miss those times. But I strongly deem that not all hopes are lost; it is still feasible to be as happy as I were years ago.
I've been meaning to start writing, or rather, the habit of writing, days ago. I intended this daily practice to improve my writing skills for the SAT, but now, I am just going to do this for myself. (Keeping a diary, yikes, too risky!)
I hate how I am sacrificing my health for "success". Is it really worth it? Staying up late surely is not something I love. I realized I am doing all these things so they will look good on my college application; I am self-contemptible.
I will snap a picture of the Pacific Ocean soon. It is one of the most beautiful and stunning places I have been to.
