POOF POOF

It's happening, something is finally happening. I have waited weeks for this beginning.

A time where I'm healed and ready to move, is the same time I saw you.
The day where you performed with a group, is the day I had my eyes on you.

Fast forward to today. Where everything will play.

Finally talking to you gives a smile to my every morning.
One day, I hope to show you my side that is ever so caring.

A side where I will understand you, comfort you, be with you, and hold you.
The things I wish to do.
Not only in your brightest hue, but whenever you feel blue.

I just hope this keeps up or possibly improve.
Makes me feel alive enough to move.
Because talking to you, brings light into my every mood.

I've reached a point where I regret stepping up, this so called "new me" is such a mystery.

At one point I'm glad I can help, but now I'm wondering what about myself?. I changed a lot, I didn't even notice how much I got, but at what cost?, as of now I'm kinda lost.

Lost, lost in an endless maze, can't help seeing everything with an irritating gaze. All of which started in the brain, that's where it began to rain.

The never ending thoughts, the never ending what if's, the never ending worry, everyday I seemed to be in a hurry. In a hurry for what?, in a hurry to move, in a hurry to chase, in a chase for something I think of as fast paced.

I saw her, I saw her again, but this time my thoughts didn't interfere. The overthinking stopped, the worrying dissappeared, so did my fear.

For the first time, my thoughts are keeping me up at night
I hate this feeling, these thoughts, this fight.

The fight where I either think or lose, either I think or worry, taking more things than I can carry.

I don't know how to stop caring, all these thoughts, all these possible outcomes, I don't even know what I have become.

I don't even know what's happening anymore, all of these came in a rush, came as one, all the things that are yet to be done.

If this starts, this will be the second time, but from what I heard, if this happens, it will feel like a crime. A crime where it's not illegal, it's not wrong, but it's not right. At the end it's for me to choose whether to fight or flight.

From learning about cell, to baking a cell, to what the hell

Grade 11 Stem was fun, stressful and had a little bit of peace, but Grade 12 Stem is stressful and help me please.

Day 1, na stuck agad sa number one, ayun naka tingin nlng sa kalawakan.

Review review review, sa gabing ito ako ay nag rereview, gusto ko nlng maging barbecue.

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