back in september, i wrote a piece to help me better articulate my feelings.
Just this morning, i REVISITED it, after watching an interview session with a royal figure from the great britain. i guess my overflowing emotions came back, so this is my higher effort to contain them: rewriting it.
what if i’ve been looking to my past through a rose colored glasses? what if i’ve been misjudged my situation? what if my expectations are again betraying me? the storm and the calmness, the soft voice of the sea, the rain that will fall, the flower that grows in me
is it okay to feel this certain way, this certain discomfort? isn’t this feeling selfish? they said ain’t i too naive ain’t i too young? yet this feeling is confusing; it’s killing; the hurt is real, it’s almost brutal
maybe i don’t have the right to feel this way, maybe i do
maybe they are right i’m too entitled
maybe i’m arrogant
or maybe i’m not
maybe i just need help.