something tells me that things will get better. i know it will. on days i donāt feel like the world is moving beneath my feet, that iām being suffocated by everyone i love, that life isnāt worth living ā i remind myself that a few years ago, i thought like this. when i was 12 i thought i would kill myself by the end of december. now iām 15. i still bad, i still have bad days. but i know if i hang on, there will be days where i will realise the meaning of life. maybe iām too young, maybe iām too sad. but one day iāll wake up, feeling like the sun is growing inside of me, like flowers blooming between the crevices of my fingers, like water to a parched throat of an explorer ā i will discover.
amy ang









