As I clear up my social media accounts right now, I cannot help but see how far I have come.
A young teenager full of whimsy and anxiety had finally stepped onto this world. And with it comes new emotions.
Curiousity. Inspiration. Wonder. Exhaustion. Guilt. Anger. Sorrow. Apathy.
But most of all...
Happiness. Joy.
Love. The love of creating. The love of being free. The loveof being myself and doing the things I love.
Yet in the end, I am already throwing everything away.
I've given up the last string of hope. And it was destroyed by the person who I had trusted and followed all my life. A dream crushed by the state of this world. No matter the good things that happen once in a while, I am stuck unchanging in an environment this i slowly draining my self-esteem and freedom.
I feel no longer human. I am nothing more of a robot with flesh and negative emotions.
Is this the end?
Should I finally let go and let this all I have sacrificed for go to waste?
I don't know.
... Maybe it's best if I finally let go of everything.
Yet deep inside, I pray that one day, this spark will be recovered.
To anyone reading this, I'm sorry. but thank you.
May you have a good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.
