going to the beach seeing the vastness of the ocean and the sky reminds me of how I’m just a speck of dust on a floating rock and it makes me slow down and chill and enjoy instead of rushing through life and cosmic insignificance my beloved because no matter how hard you fuck up it doesn’t matter and being 19 is about wanting to be the life of the party you dont wanna go to and being 19 is about forgiving yourself for things you did choices you made when you were young and being 19 is realising that the only way out is through and being 19 is seeing the bad in people and smiling because you did the same shit few weeks ago and being 19 is realising not everyone wants to be saved and being 19 is realising love and fear and habits are not all that mutually exclusive and being 19 is being forgiving and this is probably another shout into the void but when the water touched my feet i listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, i am, I am.
the emptiness that’s gonna engulf me after this event is over I swear to god
the only thing keeping me from breaking down was this event
the only thing keeping me from overthinking my academics, my career, my DSA prep my projects my communication skills my research my finances my social life my love life my time management skills WAS THIS EVENT and now I’ll have to get back into routine and somehow manage working out and my academics and everything I mentioned before and still make time for family tomorrow onwards
I DONT KNOW HOW TO COPE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO INTERNSHIP IS AROUND THE CORNER RESEARCH PAPER IS DUE IN A MONTH MY ATTENDANCE IS FUCKED SO I CANT EVEN SKIP CLASSES AND I GOT FUCKING 40% IN MIDSEMS I DONT KNOW HOW I’LL DO EVERYTHING I CANNOT I-
getting yelled at by a senior really humbles you
i haven’t talked to zivaa unhurriedly in so long it’s concerning















