My best friend advised me to keep a diary but I’m weirdly not good with keeping details in that note.
Seven years and lost!
Seven years ago, I had so much passion and hope in the future. Today, I’m here lost but not lost. Filled with numerous regrets and appreciations to God.
You’d see me looking dapper in pictures. You’d see me vibrating and sounding so intelligent with a microphone. You’d see me spending so much time and resources on the less privileged. You’d see me playing my favorite tabletennis game. You’d see me flanged with my friends. I miss my dad!
My wings seem clipped. I’m uncertain of what the smartness of my head will give. Very uncertain
