the world is not ending today

finally had the guts to clean out my gallery (26,000 pictures) for the first time in 3 years. i saw all those moments i crashed out because of very random, mundane things. i saw my fights with my FP, my journal posts, pictures that showed my depressive episodes, screenshots of hurtful messages, me crashing out because i don't want to dance for a school project, bombed exams, my bad haircut, whatever.

when i was in those times, it felt like the world was ending right there and then. and i never thought i'd live to see one more day... but one more day became two, and then three, and the next thing i know it had already been three whole years.

time flies by really fast. i wish i had the courage to indulge in the moment a little more instead of being stuck in the past and worrying about the future.