No, I can't play the piano

I have less than 24 hours to study for my history paper, even less, since I'm sharing off some time here.

I can recall clearly how days use to drag like years. I remember that bitterness of self doubt and that imaginary weight caused by all the unnecessary expectations. The old self, the old me that couldn't let go of my own imperfections and at the same time, cares too damn much. Spending every waking moment counting the seconds, and every night praying for more sleep and less vivid dreams with hues of bright yellow.

I think I owe this much to Mel. For giving words of encouragement and a few slaps here and there when my thoughts stumble furthur down the wrong turn. Thankyou, I love you! (:

And I hope you read this.