I Would Love To Write
another year passed by in a bl<x>ink of eye. its just me or was this year really short? I feel like it was yesterday I was penning down epiphany for 2014. and now its the end of 2015. I made many resolutions for myself, and I broke everyone of them.
2015, its was a year full of stuff. like most of other years, but I don't I have learned as much as I did this year. last year taught me betrayal and this, love. and I don't know which was worse. still figuring out that.
it was a bit of everything. Falling in love, the small high, the big pain. the great depression.
making new friends, losing old. trying to move on, picking up pieces and falling again and again. failing again. bad choices, dead ends. but what doesnt kill makes stronger.
the big change, moving from the place I spent my whole life, to a new place as temporary as my peace of mind. grappling at the straws. trying to make sense of my career.
the fun with friends, visiting new places, laughter, photographs and memories that make me laugh even now. silly jokes that make me shake my head.
as I sit in the balcony, watching the stars, melancholy grips me. I have never felt this weak, this out of control, as I did this year. I have never felt this alone.
I pray to the god above, tears streaming down my face, I cant take this anymore. please get me a good year ahead. I wont survive another 2015. some people need my strength, my brains, need me. and I need some control. I need a miracle.
2015, its was a year full of stuff. like most of other years, but I don't I have learned as much as I did this year. last year taught me betrayal and this, love. and I don't know which was worse. still figuring out that.
it was a bit of everything. Falling in love, the small high, the big pain. the great depression.
making new friends, losing old. trying to move on, picking up pieces and falling again and again. failing again. bad choices, dead ends. but what doesnt kill makes stronger.
the big change, moving from the place I spent my whole life, to a new place as temporary as my peace of mind. grappling at the straws. trying to make sense of my career.
the fun with friends, visiting new places, laughter, photographs and memories that make me laugh even now. silly jokes that make me shake my head.
as I sit in the balcony, watching the stars, melancholy grips me. I have never felt this weak, this out of control, as I did this year. I have never felt this alone.
I pray to the god above, tears streaming down my face, I cant take this anymore. please get me a good year ahead. I wont survive another 2015. some people need my strength, my brains, need me. and I need some control. I need a miracle.
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