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though I’ve felt it before, a quick scan of tweets made me conclude, and I cannot agree more with @spokessuchscurvy,

Twitter is really full of self-indulgence/self-indulgent people.

Maybe it is time to wave goodbye and let the blue bird fly.

(No i need a heart bigger than The Grand Canyon, a skin thicker than a crocodile’s hide)

But yeah.

I’m okay. 

“Today’s the day my life begins. Today I become a citizen of the world. Today I become a grown up. Today I become accountable to someone other than myself and my parents. Accountable for more than my grades. Today, I become accountable to the world. To the future. To all the possibilities that life has to offer. Starting today, my job is to show up wide eyed and willing and ready. For what, I don’t know. For anything. For everything. To take on life. To take on love. To take on the responsibility and possibility. Today, my friends, our lives begin. And, I for one can’t wait.”

this thing we’re going through now, reminds me a lot of what happened 4 years ago, when i honestly felt like half my world came a-crumbling upon the news. i think, in retrospect, why it hit so hard was because the news was a hard knock that one of the good things that i believed in couldn’t last forever.

then came the questions, the whys, the why nots, the how comes, and the most painful of all, what ifs. and what frustrated the most was the three-lettered W-H-Y. because i hate to have to ask and not know. those who say they’re the type who’d rather not know are but kidding themselves; cos knowing is safe, knowing means preparedness, knowing means you’re not in the dark. 

for no explicable, obvious reason. everything spoken behind closed doors, each giving their own version of what happened. and then the distance. and you’ll always leave the world asking, but never know why.

and we have the now, and i honestly can’t help but draw the comparisons. words said, choices made. things broken. and we leave the rest of the world asking what the hell happened.

so here’s an apology to forever: i’m sorry we couldn’t uphold your existence.

seems like I can’t stay mad for long; although I question the reasons behind my peevishness, when I technically have no well-grounded reason to be-

annoyed, and more at myself for thinking this way, and when my thoughts wander, I impose a curfew and figure; now there’s that- 

tucked away neatly into a deep recess, to surface at moments of vulnerability and wistfulness.

one day, your seemingly superhuman ability to maintain rationality could very well kill the soul in you.