take it slow

I'm dreading the days to come. There is no such thing that I look forward to anymore and I think I know why. I'm slowing transforming to somebody I'm not.

Lately I often think about my study days, and oh boy don't I miss them. I miss the flexible hours and the freedom to wear anything. I miss the walks around the city and in the parks envying lovers holding hands and enjoying each other's company. I miss talking to friendly strangers about the news and current happenings. I miss the feeling of not having to worry about anything.

I feel like sobbing my eyes out for no particular reason just to let go of my frustrations. I am already halfway through isolating myself. This is perhaps healthy for me as I need some space to evaluate my future.