Growing Pains
I am told to grow up so many times recently. And I do realize I have to grow up. The world presents a harsh reality to anyone who does grow up, and I accept that.
The thing is, I try to grow up… but it seems to be a slow process for me. Frankly, I still feel like am actually just 12 years old, and yet already forgetful of all the things am supposed to ake note of.
Sometimes I think am not fit for the real world at all, or ready for that matter. but then again, nobody’s actually ready for anything.
In the past couple of weeks, I feel frustrated and mildly heartbroken with the events that transpired. I had the simultaneous feeling of failing and failing and failing every single time with my IS seeming to cover up for me.
I felt so down, but I simply couldn’t break down. I’m trying hard to get back on my feet again. but I know one of these days I will break…
*closes eyes, breathes in and out deeply*
My meditative exercises don’t seem to work anymore, and I know the tears are already just behind my eyes, ready to fall any minute. That throbbing feeling at the back of my throat, that it will gush out anytime…
And no… I don’t need pity or understanding or support even.
I just needed someone to listen.
