this picture doesn’t just speaks a thousand words. It yells.
Maybe I am yelling too. Or pretending that I am. I no longer understand.
‘Cept I am not 8.
But still perhaps still quite young to consider such emotions to be a ‘crisis’ but it feel kind of like it. Like the purpose I used to hold seemed to be filled with uncertainty now. The activities I used to hold so high in my list seem to be faltering. I don’t know if I should do things, might sound weird but I could go for anything before without questioning myself.
Maybe I am such a person. Maybe I just don’t pack the character to be good enough.
Meanwhile I found out the scholarships got to be applied only after graduation, for they require merits. Its a fight or day for my dream. Praying for the strength and determination to pull through. For once, the things I dream about will come true. No longer will I be the one that sits and cry when things play out differently. Even I despise myself.
Putting my hesitations down to words, so I could live in the day and remember in the night.
Being a whiny wuss couldn’t help, but it will help my sleep.