Tomorrow: be a Better day.

I have no idea why I have bruises everywhere. It must be because of short + sweet!

School’s been tiring. They were telling me that if we discount the weekends, and wednesdays (because we have no school), then technically we only left about 19 days to the end of the semester. That is just such sweet relief. The strain is showing: I’m late consecutively for the past week. The attention span is dropping.

yknw sometimes regrets are so damn haunting, they align themselves beside you and every move, every step you’re constantly thinking. Constantly wondering. And this sharp pinch packs such a punch that it sends everything else fading into the background. Pulsating, breathless, thinking.

But sooner or later, this regret will fade away into the background, and I’d go on with life again. I’d remember this with emotion, with nostalgia, but I would have let go. Not totally, but enough to not feel anymore.

After all, that’s what I excel in – isnt it?