The walls are closing in and I’m having a hard time breathing—when did the walls suddenly get so close? When did people start looking down on you when you weren’t exactly like them? It’s hard to live up to the expectations set by the media, your family, everyone. I always thought life was this carefree experience that was meant to teach you lessons that would later be useful in your future, not all these tid bit things that don’t really matter in the long run. We all focus on these negative moments, not realizing that years from now we may not even remember all these moments we categorized as horrible. But it’s hard not to think about it isn’t it? With all the cynicism, it’s hard not to see the dark. It’s hard to live up to the high expectations that are placed on our shoulders; hard to ignore the whispers of stress and anxiety. Let’s face it, it’s hard to fight against pressure—against yourself, but you have to keep breathing. You have to dig yourself out of the rut. You have to keep fighting.
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KimberlyV. Junior. Chinese+Filipino. Friendly. Highly Opinionated. God is love. Choir. Geek at heart. & this is where I express myself.
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