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It was nearly the end of the school year in our senior year when our teacher decided we have an open forum. In this opportune moment I spilled out what I've been keeping the whole time, my insecurity over the fact that I'll always be good at most things but never particularly amazing at one and the truth that I was able to survive my four years of high school because of my friends.

I was reminiscing all these stuff while I was at the Sec-C foyer overlooking the Matteo Ricci walk.

Matteo Ricci from Sec-C

Why I was doing that, I do not remember. It must cost me a lot of loneliness in college to obsess over high school, but ironically, I'm happy being in college. I guess not so when I'm with some people (ahem *Filipino* ahem), but I've made adjustments so outstanding and friends so true already; and I believe those are huge strides for someone like me (who's incidentally scared of certain people).

A poet's darling.