It’s still quite unbelievable that Pw has ended.
Yesterday was quite an experience but very tiring.
I was hoping that our group’s energy will still stay because we were the last of groups to present.
I can’t remember much of the entire thing.
I stood there, and somehow I got scared.
But I believe I did what I had to do and I did what I could with what I had.
Oh yes, I realised, I can’t wake up early anymore.
It’s like my body refuses to.
I feel quite weird about it.
Because it feels like I’m losing purpose.