Do you ever take a moment to think how you lived your life?

It's like a wispy hunch trying to communicate desperately with its silent actions trying to tell me to think back. Of the reckless actions I cartwheeled into my life. An  autumn leaf launches itself on my lap caressing me, telling me to relax but that moment passes just like another broken shard of fragile that is already broken.

Getting to home after school has never been so fatiguing in my whole life! Although I go by a private limo where the Chaffeur does the whole driving thing. But as far as a rich sophomore girl is concerned, she has nothing meaningful to do during the 45 minute drive other than to listen to pop music. But recently, it's really awkward that I could even find myself bored over it! But how in the world?????

So what I am left to do? Pondering.

Not an activity a girl like me would prefer to do though. Although my usual habit of checking my nails had been more interesting, for some reason (perhaps depression?) I feel that I need to think more onto my actual life.

Which is in fact uninteresting!

My whole life had been something like perfect that I'm fed up of it! My friends who are rich like me seem to understand me but then again I can't blame them really if I have the being-shy problem!
Coming to my parents, who wants me to be a totally trained their little girl! I do admit that every parent wants to be proud of their children but I think in my parents case it's a bit too high! They want my grades perfect. My skills in extra curricular activities perfect. My awards and certificates perfect.

Thus in the end, as you know, I started to hate this type of attitude! And I think I started to feel like that only when I started pondering over my life in sneak peeks.

Which makes me think: Do not others think about their lives too?