this is my story

I’m sorry, I don’t know why but trying to plan an outing with some people is just so damn exhausting. Making plans and meeting friends should be fun and exciting, especially since the weekends is the only free time I have. Yet, somehow I feel angst and tired.

To be honest, I think I’m happier when I’m in camp, when I have all my activities planned out for me. Because as tedious as chiongsua-ing might get, at the very least I’ll be able to look back and feel that sense of achievement.