It hasn't been entirely pleasant crawling around on my fours. Well maybe not literally, but i feel like i've been on it for years. I know it seems like i've been on a success streak all my life, but it wasn't easy - it wasn't easy at all. The moment i slackened, it affected my spirits, which in return mirrored my entire pitfalls throughout my years. I haven't been rather protective of my emotions, i let it out like all teens did. It felt good for a bit, then i realised that the old me was better - the one that held on to the idea of blogging, some sharing sessions with friends and a whole lot of reflecting.
Give me a while more, i know i' already up on my knees - begging for a second chance. I am trying my very best to hold on to this. It doesn't seem like i'm trying my very best, but i genuinely am. It kills to know how much people don't appreciate the little gestures or observations. I've mentioned before that it's not always about the success but what leads you to it - it's the entire journey that is worth it.
Written with love; 1:07 am
