Inside the Mind of an Introvert

8

June 16, 2017

It's been an unusually fast semester, and I find myself walking towards the gates of the unknown, blindly trusting fate. The days passed by, and as they did, I ceased my writing as well.

Old me would have poured out her thoughts and feelings and stresses over the summatives, the presentations, the growing social life all on paper whenever she had time. She would have written pages about the incredibly weird things the kids in her class do (and trust me, there's a lot of those). 

Now I realize that, instead of being the quiet observer, I'm almost becoming one of them. 

That sounded much better in my head. It's not a bad thing though. It opened my mind to a billion things I never would have understood if I had not removed the shell I had built around myself. 

It's odd. I never thought opening up would be such a positive thing. In fact, I simply abhorred the idea before. 

Honestly, this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for a certain one of those very (in a good way) weird classmates.

You know who you are.

Sitting beside her allowed me to slowly absorb/reflect her confidence and skills. 

Jokes aside, she really made this semester high-school-life-changing (if you know what I mean), indirectly or directly. Some people are naturally kindred spirits like that. 

It's hilarious thinking of the person I was in school before I met her. Not that much of a difference, but a lot of difference at the same time. Sometimes you just need someone to give you a reality check. Most of the time, they don't even know they're doing it.

The exams are starting, and everyone's heading off to a new life. Many people, including her, are leaving. So before she goes off with only memories of me being mean, let me just say,

Thanks for existing.

I'll never stop berating her for reading cheesy (and cringy *cough cough*) wattpad romance novels.

Just, no. 

I look forward to Grade 10.