i want things to be in order. yes, i have a tendency to be OC when it comes to things that i really want to focus on.
naiinis ako at the thought of things being shaken up. hindi ko kaya na things won't be ironed out tapos aayusin lang like hours before or minutes before the deadline. i like to have foresight. dapat may plan A and plan B ang lahat. if possible pa nga, may plan C, D, E...
i'm extremely sure this is another one of them anxiety attacks. shit. shortness of breath, nausea, fear that i'll die anytime..
i have to admit, i thought that i was ready for it. i thought that everything would be in the right place by tomorrow. then i thought, oh shit! there's not much time left! come next week, it would be too late!
now that everything's slowly sinking in, hindi ko pa pala kaya. i'm not ready to undergo a major change. i'm not ready to adjust again. i'm not ready for everything that's about to happen.
natatakot ako na baka magkamali na naman ako. natatakot ako na magkamali in general. natatakot ako na mahila na naman kami pababa. natatakot ako na kapag may pagkakamali, i would have to be blamed for it. ayokong umalis na may kulang. ayokong umalis na nagiiwan ng sugat. ayokong makasakit, in the same way na ayokong masaktan.
i was rummaging through some things while in search for a scrapbook that i bought but never worked on. now i'm finally going to lay my hands on the scrapbook, and i know that whoever will open it and read through it will be amazed at how much growth and change s/he has caused.
upon opening that empty scrapbook, i was greeted with a 1/4 bond paper with the number 6 on it. it was the one i used for the banaag auditions! i remembered how i was upon auditioning. i was a diva. an "i'm not afraid of anything" kind of freshman. i was the new student who wanted to join a theatre group for the love of performing. i was the ultimate BITCH of banaag. i was the new kid who doesn't believe that what they're doing is right.
now, three years have passed, and i'm no longer the new student. i'm no longer the freshman. i'm not any younger. i am a senior, i am the banaag president. i am not a diva. as a freshman, i thought i was a slave. now, as a senior, i think that this is the time for me to be the slave. i want everything to be in place. i want everyone to be okay. i want what's best for the young ones.
i'm not ready. and yes, i am afraid.