I suddenly had a profound feeling of nostalgia. I sifted thru wattpad and checked some old conversations and posts and felt a small pang. I realized how much we've all grown — either for the best or the worst; together or apart. At this point in our lives, we (most of us) are approaching our coming of age, and it's crazy to think that we all just used to be naive and carefree. Wherein the only thought running in our heads were to write for one's self and share it with the world despite the quality, and interacted and made friends along the way and shared common interest and venture together from there on. My point is.. Life is ever-changing, and it's scary to think about it. I'll be in college soon and I don't think I'll ever be ready for the next chapter in my life. I'm not ready to gain and lose things — my passion for writing and among many things; the people I've met here and in real life; the direction that I used to have established; and myself.
To be honest, I don't have a proper conclusion to this mushroom of a long-winded post. I literally just felt the need to write this for some reason — who knows if I'll regret posting this tomorrow. But.. I do hope to anyone who related to this post — feeling scared of the uncertainties that lie ahead — this may be useless, but, just know you're not alone. We'll cross this foggy bridge someday and see the other side.
That is all for the post, thank you for listening to a delirious Cathy rambling about passions and life, she really should not be having this existential crisis at this hour because gods do you know what time it is here??? Anyway, that is all for now; till the next post ig :]
Sincerely,
Cathy (gods stop writing more to procrastinate on sleep????)