Escapism

Mondays are always unbearable. It's the first day of the week, and it's the day everyone has dreaded since, well, forever. Mondays are a drag.

But if it's the last day I would have with my friends, then the feeling of frustration dims out.

Monday was the day to remember.
The day to forgive and forget.
The day to celebrate 5 years of friendship in the dusty halls of our high school.
Monday was bittersweet.

The thought of never having to wear a school uniform ever again, made us feel relieved. Yet, there was a sense of despondency in the air. The school uniform was a drag. But it's familiar to us from the day we stepped into the school grounds. It meant that we're in a safe, familiar environment where we learn, play, eat and interact with our schoolmates. We found love, friendship and wisdom from our school.

And when we do step out from our 'comfort zone', the people that we've known for so long, will turn the other path. We might see each other again, or we never will. That's the saddest part of it all. But it's true that we part to meet again. Someday, somehow, we'll sit in the park together and just talk like there's no tomorrow.

The feeling of being alone in the outside world seems scary. But it's what keeps us alive and determined to do our best towards an amazing future.