Remember when you were a little girl, all bubbly and having a pinky mindset of your own?
Remember your first crush and how you felt all excited and hopeful about it?
Remember the first boyfriend and how you thought you’ll last forever?
Remember the first disappointment, the first heartache and how deep it’s carved in your heart?
Remember how you got through it and how you wore your scars proudly as trophies?
Remember seeing friends getting places without even slightly scratched or hurt the way you did. And you keep asking yourself, why me?
Remember keep going for more heartaches, and finding pleasure in pain?
Remember insecurities and not-so-cool baggage you held around for so long?
Remember fitting yourself to the single-person comfy bubble, and finding a magical consolation in solitude?
Remember pushing good people away and messing up your relationships, just because you couldn’t trust or believe anymore?
Remember being lost, being apathetic, and taking a stroll in the denial land?
Remember the present that you can’t seem to be able to handle anymore because you’re lost, because your experience made you wiser but wearier, because you’re too emotionally drained to handle your own messes?
You gonna hit the rock bottom and will rise again when it’s your right time, because timing is everything.