Three Years

It's been three years. Three years since I started to to take one of the biggest steps when it comes to being a grown up.  When it comes to taking real responsibility. I'm sitting here today, full of fear and on the edge of losing faith, asking myself, "Is this all I can do?"

Three long years yet I'm still here and I am not even sure if I wanted to be here.

For a good friend

I had a conversation with a friend whom I have caused so much pain way back in college.

And today, I realize that people move on and heal in their own time. No matter how short or long it may take. That you can't force them to be okay immediately. You can't tell them the steps to move on. You can't tell what needs to be done. Because we heal in our own ways. Our own hearts are the ones who will decide if we are bound to be okay again.

My heart wishes him well. And that's the basic thing you could hope for a friend. :)

Fast-paced

"Am I not good enough?" Question that has been hunting me for quite some time now.

Ever felt like losing faith on everything that you once strongly believed in? Like you're trying to gain back the faith you once had in life and in yourself but you just don't know how and where to find it.

You're trying to love life a bit more but it keeps on showering you with so many disappointments that you can't stand tall and give a good fight anymore.

You want to be someone in this big crazy world but you can't seem to take a leap of faith because you're scared and coward and you just don't know what's supposed to happen next.

Everyone's moving on a fast-paced. And it scares me. It scares me deep within because I'm being left behind and I'm being surrounded by millions of people who all have definite plans toward their dreams. And if you would ask, yes, I truly am scared.