Been off for almost a month, due to exams preparation, physical exhaustion, and just lyfe...ahaahahaah
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Like not just my birthday, but any one's close to me.
Cuz' in my mind, birthday is a fact that you've been blessed with yet another one year of a whole of things. And it's worth hyping about, celebrated.
But this year, when I remember that my birthday is approaching all that comes up is :
"I can't believe how dark things were. I can't believe it's almost one year of this 23-year-old journey.And I can't believe I did it."
It's just a mix feeling of awe, sadness, and relief, for realizing how strong I can be, how unsure and changing life can be....how the ones you think are your friends can spread bad words about you, without ever checking on you, asking how you're doing in the midst of everything.
I usually have like list of things I would love to do or have for my birthday...
This time, nothing.
Just plain hope that when September 8th comes, I can greet myself...
"You did it, Dys! You da MVP!!"
Bish, may your heart always knows its worth.
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