Anthems For a Seventeen Year Old Girl

I should be sleeping so I can wake up early for my philo test tomorrow. RIght now, I'm having this sudden burst of nostalgia. I had been in s suspended-island-mode, and it made me we realize that there is so much that can still happen. And I know that I missed the feeling of being angry, but right now, I just want to entertain the glitter in the air that I choose not to see each day. I strangely miss being emotional and writing in my journal about my dreams, the things worth celebrating, the dancing-in-the-field. I miss the innocence of dancing in the rain. It's sad that I have become cynical that I have forgotten about those that really matter to me. I guess the senior year has really pushed me to juggle things that I have forgotten my ties with people who really matter to me. I used to think how it was melodramatic for people to say HOY MAGPAKITA KA NAMAN. But I guess the sheer beauty of friendships is something that withers if not properly watered and nurtured. I'm not blaming anyone or anything because it was my choice to take up all these things. I just miss the innocence of brainless fun and cherishing moments in places that scream of sisterhood.