I am still the same me. Poetic, strong, smart and brave.
My new job has less drama than working at a gas station.
I am working at a thrift store. Much better than a gas station.
My coworkers are fun to hangout with.
And I love my job. Nothing is better than that.

I am not ashamed to be a bisexual poet.
Writing is freeing and therapeutic.
Poetry is home.

i looked at him and smiled ,
he looked at her and smiled.
it was fine for a while
but then she went too far
and no confessions left a sore scar.
atleast i can see him but he doesn't smile anymore ,
they would be such a good couple only if he confessed before.
someone can be so much in love, like how??
he'll wait for her ,i know somehow...
but still I can't let go as my heart won't allow.

Why do I still think maybe the reason I never confessed my feelings
is the same reason he might have stopped himself too..

I have left some pages of my book empty , in case if you return .

As the cosmic tears fell from the sky , I wished for something that is beyond my grasp

the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .

May 5th,2023
Friday
7:01 p.m.

A month has just passed and the other is on its way but what I've been doing after my exams ended . I feel like I'm absolutely lost and don't know where do I belong. And it's not alright because I've been doing nothing for a month. Maybe I should've been more careful about my future during my highschool but I don't wanna sit and regret about it now. It feels like everything is happening so fast and I'm just stuck at some point and watching everything. Everyone seems so busy and I know it's good that they know what they want unlike me who's just watching , scrolling the  screen and over-analysing things.
I know I should study but I am not able to focus. I'm not ready to face anyone. I know people have expectations from me and I'll feel so guilty to disappoint them.