Turning Point
NOTE: this was originally written August of last year.
The year is coming to a a close within the next four months.
I am still lost and nervous about my future especially at the age of "25"
No more games and fooling around. My childish ways is slowly fading as the days and nights before my eyes.
My perspective about life is changing hopefully for the better.
People once near and dear to me is leaving my side.
What more can a woman ask for?
"Stay Strong Talaya" is all I have been hearing. They all ran out of suggestions for me.
We all go through something in our lives at a certain point because we are suppose to learn from our mistakes and the decisions we make but for how long?
I am starting to believe this is all bullshit. The ones who are willing to get on their two feet to make a living, are the ones who have to struggle the most. Why?
I ask all of these questions I know the answers to but it seems hard to believe.
All I want is the best for myself.
Is that so hard to ask?
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