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GermaineCYS, '94

"If you get tired, learn to rest not quit."

If only.
Monday, August 31, 2015, 8:16 AM
There are days, where i'd wake up in the morning and i feel sad all of a sudden. Sometimes it is the mind that made me feel that way but sometimes it's the heart. Empty, heavy...

There are days, where i'd wake up in the morning and i'd feel nothing.

& yet there are also days, where i'd wake up in the morning feeling happy and contented.

Then i start to wonder if this is the kind of routine that i want to live for the rest of my life.
I thought to myself asking if i deserve any of this.

Reality is cruel,
But i still want to hold on to my faith.

Turning twenty-one in less than 2 months is a reminder to me that i am no longer young.
I can't be that little girl that stares up at the clouds through the car window and dream about what the future has in store for her.

Not anymore..


I hope one day someone can wrap me in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.


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