Chrysanthemum ‧ ˚ ₊ ⊹ ୨୧₊‿︵ ‧ ˚ ₊ ⊹

Today I had my math exam, and tbh it went shit. Brutal. I walked out of the exam hall, holding myself, because I knew I could be bawling my eyes out any moment. I held myself for a while till my dad came to pick me up. I reached home, changed my clothes cuz I had to, and I just wanted the bed to consume me whole... thereafter I was crying to God, crying for ataraxy. I was taken aback aggressively. Afterwards, when I looked up after prostration– I saw this bottle of glass, holding a flower which had almost died, it didn't take me much time to relate my life with it. The transparency of the glass offered an unobstructed view of the water. The water still held the dying flower, its petals about to fall out of despair... Its void colour radiating melancholy. Huhh, I kept looking at it, looking at me. I looked at it until one of its petals fell off, which led me to take a glance of its vivid yellow fragment sitting in the middle. Like a beacon in the void. I was so out of my mind again, so I started staring the flower, again. It felt like it was screaming out hope, proving that light is never truly swallowed by the shadows. 

And this short episode of my life just left me with one thing that I'll remember for life– that I'm a fake pessimist lol.