This is It

I'm scared. No wait, that was an understatement. I'M FREAKING OUT.

This coming school year will be my last year in high school. It's the year where I'll be stressing about college, graduation, and leaving my dear school. And it scares me to think that this is it. This is the real life. This is the moment that you've been waiting for.

But what if I'm not ready? What if I'm not ready to graduate high school? What if I'm not ready to go to college? What if I'm not ready to be independent? What if I'm not ready to grow up?

Taken from Tumblr. Credits to the owner!

I am the not-so cute friend of the girl you fancy.
I am the ugly sweater your granny spent months making you that your mother won't let you throw away.
I am all the Avon catalogues in your letterbox, you choose to ignore.
I am all your missing socks that you never bother looking for.

I am the wilting pot plant you forgot to water weeks ago.
The half eaten sandwich your mother tenderly made for you.
The quiet fille on the bottom of the shelf.

It's Just a Spoon

It's just a spoon, they said.
No reason to cry about that.
It's just a spoon.

But it really wasn't just a spoon.
It was more than that.
It was those unspoken words,
Those undone actions

Those glares directed my way,
Words that can't be taken back,
Things that went astray.

You were supposed to be my rock, my ally,
You were supposed to protect me from all the evil in this world.
The girls who would lead me by,
The boys who would break my heart.

But in the end, you broke mine.

It's just a spoon, they said.
No reason to cry about that.
But it wasn't just a spoon to me,
It was the last straw.

This is My Year

2013.

I'm turning sixteen this year.

Prom is this year.

I'm going to be a senior this year.

I'm going to be taking the Ateneo College Entrance Test this year. (along with the UPCAT)


This is going to be my year. I can feel it. It's time to learn from our past experiences and turn them into better memories.

2013, I'm ready for you.