I woke up one day and I was 19.

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I looked around and I wondered how I got here, what happened to those dreams I had back when I was 12, maybe 13?  I think there comes a point where you have to grieve the paths you didn't take. 

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Between the highlights of Instagram are the never posted snapshots of real daily life ; starting with 3 am overthinking sessions, countless hours of sitting in front of the screen listing down your applications, mail piles, potential internships, anxious minds, fights in the room, end of the day brain-dead exhaustion, painful chore dates with anticipation and constantly picking up the clutter from the deepest corners of your brain.

 

I sometimes long for the life where carefree smiles was the ordinary, but I guess it's time to move on as I survive through this,

the new ordinary.