The Waitress
It was I, who wanted and held on longer
I, not for formality but for emphasis:
not you who hoarded chances and time,
a Me who waited with no end, infinitely
and for nothing yet again; end again.
Teenager syndrome
When you think that the whole world revolves around you and that it is never your fault
Seeing love in all shapes and sizes, in different forms and attempts at disguises
the seesaw, the in-between, the almost
go—
when all I ever think about is leaving
and saying goodbye and giving
way for better things
to fall into place, for here and now
what does that
make me courageous for
facing my fears or
a coward for running away
stay, if you may
for a day or up
only until midnight
oh please keep close
or better yet, just go.
Everything’s a matter of maturity.
It’s a pride thing.
You and my idea of you—I’ve learned they’re two entirely different things.
Perhaps the world deserves an apology.
A little too late
Should anyone say forever?
First day of school troubles
- What to wear
- Where to sit
- To beadle or not
- Groupmates
- How to concentrate
Thank you, world!
I don’t know about you but I’ve been throwing a lot of fits lately. And I tell you: it ain’t pretty.
I wish things weren’t dependent of other things.
That would make life a tad bit simpler. From one ruined plan to another, it is without a doubt that one would think that the universe is conspiring against them. It’s just hard to understand. You think you’ve solved a problem when you’re only faced with a bigger mess. It’s tricky and it’s complicated. And because of this, it’s just too easy to give up.
I can’t help but hate it.
