Finding a reason to be here
My mom always asks me how I am doing here and always, I don’t tell her I am doing here. Today me and a friend had a talk and after the talk I realized and remembered why I chose to be here and that is because it is what I needed to do and not exactly what I wanted to. Being here would be good for my future and for me. Well that was what I thought of back then.
But being here in
I do have friends here now. But I don’t know… must I be constantly and continually accompanied like a baby so I don’t bicker and cry like one?
I’ve been also praying and playing in my mind that someday I will find love here, and still today I hope I stumble upon that luck soon.
It’s an idea which may seem like a panakip butas to the problem but I’d think it may actually be also the solution.
Peace. Exactly what I feel when I’m with Frederic. Exactly what I feel everytime I with people I like.
The feeling of just being contented much with the moment and just being really at peace.
Too bad he’s taken. Drats… that stings.