I can’t believe I am saying this. This is so not me. But, it is soooo hard to forget. The hardest thing to do is to move on. Forgetting is impossible. Memories can be kept forever but grief can be suffered eternally.
Now I understand why there thousands who commit suicide and metal hospitals are fully-loaded. This is all the information I can give you, forgive me.
I am 19 OMG, I hate getting older (yearly). As a child, I would love to grow older and I would look forward to every birthday. But things change, another year and I cannot call myself as a teenager. School started and I had a hard time enrolling myself with some circumstances that even I, cannot understand. I am now under the
I know that this is super late but I just want to talk about my summer.
When classes were still ongoing, I had a plan to take summer classes to at least entertain myself since holy week was early and I had no conflict with anything. But I changed my mind when I decided to just enjoy summer. I didn’t take summer classes because I thought that I can sill catch up with all my subjects anyways. I won’t be taking up another major for the sake of being relaxed.
Now, I am grateful of my decision since I encountered a lot of amusing times with memorable people. The events might be scattered but all of those little things made it extra special. I won’t disregard this meticulous summer for the rest of my life.
This blog entry has the purpose solely to post something. I ran out of ideas, forgiveness.
