Strange dreams, self-doubts, words. These are the things I woke up to this first week of May, and I’m sure there will be a lot more. I’ve gotten less sleep, more jumpy, less-confident  and more selfish than I was ever before but that’s okay. Doubt is part of this journey I am taking, but just as I always say, I won’t linger there.

It rained a lot this week, which was very, very hot; temperatures surge to the feels of 40 degrees Celsius at 9 o’clock, which is irregular, because the peak warmth happens sometime in 1 or 2 p.m. Guess the world is changing. But anyways, nightly thunderstorms made my past three nights nicer, and I wish this kind of weather stays for so long, because it doesn’t feel as bad even though we’re sweltering during the mornings.

Here’s what happened to my week.

Monday

April has been a whirlwind, alright. A beautiful, busy one.

Okay. Even if this story is lame, stupid and practically spineless, I hope my writing takes you somewhere.

Tuesday

Dreaming of high school things again because of this YA revision?

Wednesday

Doubt peeps in.

At least, I have candy.

Thursday

Are we talking about emotional rain, or real rain?

I’m crying

Friday

I just wish someone would pick it up, sooner or later, and believe in the same dreams I’ve been dreaming and not cringe about it because frankly, I love my story, no matter how many times I call it silly.