Dear Diary,
Hello? I’m Callie. I don’t really know what to say aside from I was quite literally dragged into participating in this “dear diary” stuff, but might as well give it a try. I’m a fellow student here at FEPS alongside my friends, Vic, Pleia, Nova, and Kon. 🙂
Hmm, my hobbies? I like poetry — I like writing how I feel deep inside using words that I wouldn’t use on a daily basis. And with that, I listen to music — it gives me huge inspiration for what I feel, and how I want my poetry to feel like. Anyway, enough with the introduction, you’ll know more as we go through this diary journey.
As I’m writing this, it’s prom season and I’ve been stressing about it for quite some time now. Many things have been happening and I can’t pinpoint what I want to do next. These past two weeks, I’ve been to a hundred different stores looking for a gown, some heels, a purse, makeup, and so much more.
Now, I’m just stuck. I feel like nothing will go well for me, I don’t think my gown looks pretty — actually, I hate how my gown looks. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to dance with these heels, how many blisters would I get? And what am I gonna do amidst all those pretty girls? Something’s gonna go wrong for sure and I can’t seem to let go of that thought. With that said, I made a short poem as I’ve been trying to calm myself down.
This one’s called Fear.
“Life is so precious yet so unbearable sometimes. I don’t want to hear the clock ticking, or the wind blowing, or my heavy breathing.
Time and time again I sit up in bed, my knees to my face and my palms tightly pressed against my ears.
Fear creeping up on me nightly, with every breath I take and every tear that falls is long for the feeling of fear to end.”
Ever yours, Callie