fearless

for having to put up with the worst of me

whatever shred of pride or confidence i had left in me has been stripped away from me. conversations ending with devastating feelings.

i can never ever be more grateful for my the lifeline support i have at home; its one place where i can let my raw feelings out with fear of no harsh judgments. yesterday night seems almost surreal; head frozen, tears welling, suspicious whispering, a flight in 7 hours and a sleepless dad.

i'm very undeserving of all the generous exclamations i have received when i reveal what i'm studying at bukit timah.

as each year passes by, i become more humble and modest, because honestly, i am never meant for greatness. childish desires fall apart now.

this too, shall pass. to better days, more motivation, drive and hopefully a slightly better future, i shall start.