It's been more than a year. More than a year that I don't write about me or how I feel.
Lame.
I should do it often, as I know it makes me feel better, in a way. As weird as it might sound, feels like exorcising my inner worries and feelings. And, to be really honest, I can even say it help(ed) me overcome few of my fears back in the day.
Such a teen behavior.
I finally managed to free myself from the dark waters I was completely drowned in.
As for me, something is always missing... I found a new abyss to jump into (early last year).
Later last year got rid of this one too. Climbing up back to the surface fucked up my nails (which were already crooked), and once again: here I stand.
Still.
And I am, already, not feeling like writing shit anymore.
Lame.
I should do it often, as I know it makes me feel better, in a way. As weird as it might sound, feels like exorcising my inner worries and feelings. And, to be really honest, I can even say it help(ed) me overcome few of my fears back in the day.
Such a teen behavior.
I finally managed to free myself from the dark waters I was completely drowned in.
As for me, something is always missing... I found a new abyss to jump into (early last year).
Later last year got rid of this one too. Climbing up back to the surface fucked up my nails (which were already crooked), and once again: here I stand.
Still.
And I am, already, not feeling like writing shit anymore.
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