Papers start tomorrow and it barely feels like I've had more than a day's worth of a break. Funny, time flies when you're having fun right? Not quite. Time flies when you're working on your A levels syllabus.
I've told my fair share of lies, not to anyone in particular, mostly to myself. It's incredible how people can lie to themselves and figure it's 'for the greater good'. Somehow, it comes back to haunt them. You can keep running, run for a life time. People do that. Until they find out it's just yawning at their heels, getting bigger.
Can't lie anymore that I don't care about everything, that I'm just getting through. I care. I care, a lot. The people around me, the people I know, the people I don't know.. everyone. I buried the lessons of my mother and lied that I don't know of compassion.
Today, I've learned to stop lying. For the first time in a long time, I feel as if I've made the right choice.
I don't know about heaven, but I believe in angels.