I’d done it!
I’d been wallowing in self confusion for the past weeks since a good friend of mine dropped the bomb on resignation from the company that we are working in. The momentum from the event finally gave me the jolt I needed in doing the thing I’d been wanting to do since last year.
I simply can’t believe myself on how I can procrastinate even with my own life. I suck T___T
But anyhow~ It’s done! It’s over! I’d finally gathered enough courage pushing aside the growing lump in my throat to slide the resignation letter over the Editor in Chief. Was that strange taste in my mouth caused by nervousness? Sadness? Relief? I simply can not tell anymore.
Here I am, with my eye shuts and two fingers stuck into my ears; taking the first step into the plunging unknown. Will where my feet land strike cold water? A hungry tick tock-ing crocodile? Or even, simply - an empty patch of air? I really do not know.
I personally wish I can break my legs on a horde of buried treasure yanno. Or be rescued and whisked off last minute by some handsome swashbuckling stranger ( preferably the sort that comes intact with the aforementioned treasure. Amen )
Hey, a girl can dream okay?
And for some strange reason, this song keeps playing over and over in my head:
The ghost ship wanders far
For there is no guiding star
And this treasure has no meaning anymore
Will this be my fate?
So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the raging sea
Pretty damned emo. But I can somehow relate to it a little. And you’ll probably not want to know who sings/wrote this =P