Wasteful Strife.
I hate growing up and I hate being a 12th grader. So far the only productive thing it brought along was circumstances that made me to write this post. I've tried to explain in words, that if you draw inspiration from my life and plot a graph between 'development' and 'time', you'll get a slope that slants downwards. Bruh. So much retardation. Tired of the same old bunch of monotonies. Sometimes I can foresee the destination, sometimes the long roads leading to nowhere. And most of the times, I choose to march towards that 'nowhere', without any aims set. So every time as I end up the day, I take a note on the degree of aimlessness I possessed throughout, which has witnessed a great increase of late. Over the past years, I've evolved as an improved version of ignorant and careless self. You know, I'm the person who would google "how to study for long durations", read all the articles (wasting an hour), then motivate myself delivering a