When I choose to stop expressing myself, I forgot how to express anymore.
When I choose to stop myself for writing, I don’t know if I still write well.
When I choose to stop speaking, I don’t know if I still speak good.
When I choose to stay away from people, I don’t know if I still need a person in my life.
Before this year end, I’ve endured mostly hurtful things. Like discovering a two-faced friend, a friend that doesn’t bother to listen at you coz all they want is that only you should listen to them, a friend for just a company, a friend with benefit (who only remembers you when they need someone to make their class assignments, projects, etc.), ugh in short, I’ve got friendship issues.
This experience was a life changing for me.
I remember I told myself
“how if I am in a situation where I can say ‘it’s better to be alone?'”…
I realized that this year life taught me to live alone, I mean, to be independent; that I can stand all by my self without needing the people whom I think I’ll be dying without them in my life.
I just wanna say thank you to those people who took me for granted. You made me realize that I don’t need you anyway.
2014 is just 5 days away from me. This is another “new year, new me” sh*t. xoxo.
Here’s a chapter of your life where you need to let go of people and all you have to do is to carry on and move forward.
It’s frustrating when you know you are unequipped (of things like gadget). especially in the field of media, when no one can provide what you need OR no one WILL provide, even you yourself cannot.
I don’t know where to start. I’m tired of asking to people whom I think are obliged to give my needs. I’m tired. Maybe this is the price I have to pay for pursuing my dream of being a media practitioner. But I can’t help it, I don’t wanna waste my four years in college sitting six hours everyday listening in my non-interest subjects and try to pass as what pleases them and end in an hospital working in graveyard shifts… For a lifetime.
Yes, finally I’m in my 3rd year in Communication Arts, jazzing the blues of sleepless nights, writing a LOT of scripts, beating deadlines, dealing people with attitudes, and so on. This is what I love. This is my choice. I will so what my heart says. It’s time for me to build my dreams.
Three semesters to go before I can finally break free from college. Still a long journey for me. But I can’t do it without the help of anybody.