I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
I hated vulnerability so much, that I tried to give myself everything I could to the point of burnout.
Motivation feels like a flying bird: in your eye line for a second, and then gone forever more.
It started grating on me so much, that I felt irrationally angry whenever I had my lamp on and realised that the Feeble Light was still on, doing his best to grace me with his presence. Yet, he was so dim I did not idea he was there.
When I miss Mummy, there is a gentle simplicity in my suffering. In a way, it is complete, it is a cycle that has been fulfilled, and…… Read more “The Difference of Missing Someone Who Can Come Back”
I enjoy your memory. The other day my flat and I cheersed our drinks for you. I laughed and felt giddy…