March 1

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This is my first time writing something here. I'm pretty nervous and a bit conscious to make a mistake; I'm a perfectionist after all. Was my grammar correct? Is my hand writing comprehensible? Did I made some errors?

I cast those thoughts aside and just went with my flow. I took a deep breath and relax. I'm not sure, but there's a hint of hope lingers my heart that this will change my stagnant life.

While I was writing, I'm listening to a music song titled, Vogel Im Käfig. It's one of my favorite during these times. It brings calm, freedom, and burns my passionate heart; stimulating my emotions specially these days when I feel down. It gives me a push whenever I found myself unable to take a step forward.

I feel down because I was forcefully made realize that giving all your efforts won't always gurantee results, and left me devastated. I will definitely going to make them acknowledge me, a hopeful wish of mine. What a foolish lady indeed I am.

I'm hesitant to peer beyond the mist, fearing only the glimpse of the inevitable. I grasp my chest and put my hopes to the God almighty. Oh please, heed my words. However, I'm not expecting something in return as I brought this upon myself, a sin that I must shoulder.

I'll give my everything to see another year; I muster up my resolve. Until then, I will write and fill this book with my thoughts, emotions, and hope. Please forgive me for what I've done as how I forgive others.

I shook my head once again, maintaining my calm facade, hiding internal struggle to my classmates; however, it's leaking through my expression. A sudden few change was not left unnoticed.

"Something's wrong?" She asked.

Well, of course I lied. Will you not also do the same? Do you think what I did is cowardice? Do tell me, you, to whoever discovers this diary; should I be honest to her? Even though I don't have the ability to change things in the past, I still want to know the answer that I seek.

Please, enlighten me...

- March 1, 20XX
A day after a leap


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