29th June 2022

Some days are hard and I become hard on myself. My heart feels heavy again and I feel like a disappointment to myself, to my aama and to my baba. While my eyes start to drizzle, I bring all of my feelings down to a paper but does it really help? Because tomorrow, I'll be careless again. I'll take things for granted and forget how hurt I was today. There's so much difference between today and tomorrow. I just keep on hoping that tomorrow I'll work better.  But what about today? Why couldn't today be better? Because yesterday today was the tomorrow. People say don't be hard on yourself but maybe I should be. I must push myself a little harder so that I don't regret tomorrow. To end this anxiety, I'll make tomorrow the last tomorrow. 

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