being here brings so much tranquility. the memories start rushing back, making me look back all of the time that i spent here when i was a teenager. the eagerness of writing my thoughts that resulted into a story makes my older self proud of how creative i am back then. i wish that i can still do things that i love just like before, just like those golden years of mine. it's so hard growing up and just following the flow of life in order to survive. it's hard being at this age, despite of the real life learning's. sometimes i just wanted to go back into my teenage years where i am genuinely happy, and doesn't have a full plate to accomplish even if it's impossible to do so. my everyday lives gives me a situation where even my last straw can't handle. but i still believe that it will get better, all of the struggle and hardships shall too pass. that's why even if i can't go back in time, i have no regrets because i've spent my teenage years well in making things that i love.
