After two weeks were finally saying goodbye to school year 2021-2022. It had been hard for me to keep my senses intact as I drive through this roller coaster ride. Countless breakdown, pressured being supported by scholarship, afraid of failure because of the personal and academic situation, social anxiety during virtual classes and much more. My silent prayers are sometimes heard that made me receive appreciation and gratitude. There are occasions when I missed the bus and the results of the imperfections were given.
I got no chill right now. I stopped working and throw myself on my bed. Got emails from my instructors, the heck, another task for finals. I’m so done with this sh/ts. I switch to social media and I have had few direct messages from my mutual and the chatroom is bombed with the things that I am currently unaware of.
Then I’ve decided to turn it off and play some songs. With that, I heard his tiny steps, he’s staring at me by the door. My baby climbed up to me and sniffs my hair. It’s his way of greeting me. He wags his tail and I think he wants to cuddle, so I did. His embrace may be similar to h–oh wait, screw that. Don’t wanna think about that.
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Vinci's Memoir
Ficción GeneralTravel along with a pen and camera made him blissful with a touch of music that always had been his best companion. Getting a medical degree prompted him to continue to live for good. Without these elements, he's just a mere human with no dream, an...
