I hate that I let you destroy me. I hate that I let you take advantage of me. I hate how I let you treat me this way. You have scarred me and you made me believe that this how someone should treat you in order to demonstrate their love and affection. You treated me like an unwanted penny.
sing this with me and I will love you.
It is that time again to set my alarm at 7am which I am going to snooze for about 4 times before I actually have the energy to start my day. 2nd quarter of my third year and I am not ready. I know all the work is going to weigh me down and all the emotional breakdowns I have to prepare for is just overwhelming. This is nothing new but as each quarter passes, the classes seem to get more complex and challenging. Besides all the work load, I am happy I am more than half way done with my time at UCSD. I cannot stress enough how excited I am to go out and pursue my career one day. This difficult time right now will pay off later.
-cheers to the new quarter
I’d like to believe, There is more to the night, Than unending scenarios, Playing loud in my mind. And I’d like to believe, At the first string of light, Someone somewhere experiences, The joy of being alive, Even if I’m not that. I’d like to believe, At the depth of an abyss, Lay a […]
We want the summer sun,
when the winter breeze is drifting;
We hide indoors the minute,
the sun makes its appearance.
We want to fall in love,
with the fairytale and charmings’;
We become a flight risk,
at the slightest inconvenience.
We want to have coins,
Fancy houses, latest gadgets;
We do not give up sleeping,
Get a job and start some living.
we want the best of grades,
Not credits, all distinctions;
So long it doesn’t take up,
Much time to do the reading.
We want a lot of things,
When we’re teens and life seems easy;
Too soon, we learn adulting,
is less wanting and more doing.
prompts for Day 27: Childhood (I changed it to teens, because I already did one with the theme of childhood for day 1) and then Day 28: A job. The above image is courtesy of Unconventional Collegiate.com
Sad that we have to pretend to be okay with things because of the fear of someone leaving you