It's time to come back. It's time to slow down.

The feeling of taking a bath is refreshing, reawakening.

During these moments I find myself awake, I want to write.
I know I haven't been doing my best in everything.
I've been dwelling too much on the past.
The childish part in me is whining, procrastination.

I have to move on. I have to move forward.
I have to painfully let go.

Hayayay...growing up pains.

It's bittersweet but the future is also hopeful.