And yer ass barely passed any and every class, looking at every ass, cheated on every test, I guess, this is my dissertation, Homie this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation
I've figured this place is going to act as a safe space for mua and mua only. As of for now, I don't feel allowed to express myself to the fullest (make no mistake, the blame is mine only). I hold probably around 60% of myself in at all times. I silence my opinion and change my truths accordingly. Which has worn me out to the stage of complete and utter depression from time to time. But where there's a shadow, there must be light, so I guess I'm rebooting now. After all, I'm hosting a whole universe inside of me.
The newly re-opened blog of mine has found its way to its first post. Writing this post started in the middle of Francis & The Lights "It's alright 2 cry" which is exactly what I did. I wanted to write "I BAWLED MY EYES OUT", since it's been something I've written as a response to anyone in the last 3-4 months, asking me "How are you?". But now I just bawled a little. A lil bit of bawling. Bawlish cry. So what happened? Is Darwin right and I, too, am capable of evolving? The answer lies in 20th of June, the day I got daaa DEGREEE. Someone close to me said that with graduating with a degree, the mandatory part of ones life is over. SO HELLO QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS! May you blossom in all of your glory! I'm ready for ya!!! Kinda? I think. I hope.