With every strike of lightning comes a memory that lasts.

I finally did it. I made my lists. Lists of lists of lists all crammed into a list. It wasn't easy but thank God for google.
It's been a long day.

The first week of school is over and done with, I guess I'm surviving. Hopefully things get better in the (few) weeks to come. I'm really looking forward to exercising the coming week. It's been a while and I desperately need to get back in shape. Signed up for netball and touch rugby. I was actually contemplating if I should take up touch rug since i've never really played it (right) before, but ah heck, it's always good to learn something new. Isn't that what they always say? I've decided to give myself a shot at learning this sport. Seems fun. Netball was just.. something that's within my comfort zone. I don't mind playing it anyway.

The week was hard to get by with all these voices in my head I swear I'm losing my mind day by day it's not even funny anymore. It seems to get harder each day and the voice gets louder it's so tiring but I have to constantly remind myself that I should have seen it coming. This is what I wanted and this is just what I have to face. Eventually, of course.

I sometimes wish we could just go back to the holidays. I could stay in there forever. Sleeping late, waking up with nothing important to rush to, just whatsapping all my friends and meeting up with them at 4/5pm because we can. Starbucks every time after dinner. It's scary to know that we'll never go back there. How it's all about moving forward. Future. Don't look back. What's next. Not what happened before. God damn it it sucks growing up sometimes.