2 Months

I am writing this on Friday, May 9th at 01:19 AM in the morning. I am staring at myself in the mirror. My pig mug in hand. The bitter taste of my peppermint cough syrup lingers in my throat.

I never liked medicine. Especially bitter ones. The only thing pulling my hand to stuck them in my mouth is the knowledge, or blind hope, that they'll make me feel better.

I have been down with fever for the last 2 days. I loathe sicknes. I dont like the contempt I felt for taking my health for granted. Im left only with sore throat for now anyway. Yet I cant help to ponder how lucky I will be if my throat can be healthy again. And when it finally does, I'll forget to acknowledge it, again, until my next downfall.

I have been unemployed for 6 months now. Fussing, stressing myself over my univ applications. 6 more, and I'll be joining the long term unemployment figures. I've been admitted to 1 of the 2 univs I applied. So 2 months is all I got here.

2 months.

It gets me thinking. These past 6 months. Have I been squeezing all the juice that I could possibly squeeze? Have I done what I should have? Have I dont the things that I was given 6 months to accomplish?

Or have I been taking it for granted, like always?

I've lost track of time.

I've lost track of the significant things I've done. Or lack thereof.

I've been forever complaining for having to wait so long to leave. It seems like all my friends have gone abroad to respective colleges and univs. They've all seemed to move on to a whole new chapter. It kills me when I think that Im stuck here, when they're out there living.

I wished for tomorrow to come sooner, because only then the next day would come.


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Be careful of what you wished for.

2 months.

That's all I've got.

Will I take it for granted?