So many thoughts today. Feeling the urgent need to pen them down - rather, to type them down.

It’s funny how the world works. I don’t know but it seems like I’m always so lost when my guiding compasses may have been right by my side. And despite that, I’m often greatly oblivious to this fact and I’m still searching, ruminating, and peering out just to find them. How is it that I always end up in the wrong situations with the wrong people? Is it attributed to my fluttering heart or my fleeting hindsight?

Think positive, they say. Things will turn out fine, I pray.

If you keep telling yourself you can’t do it, how can you ever?

Isn’t it ironic how I’ve been right in front of you all this while, and you can’t see me? Why do you give up on yourself? Then again, of course, I won’t ever be good enough.