It's been a while since I touched the keyboard, not to write an email, but just to write something from my thoughts, not just soulless paragraphs about numbers and follow ups.
A few years ago, some kind of shift happened to me. I still don't understand what happened, and honestly, it's still happening. I never thought I would feel this lost or have so little direction in life. Nothing really helps. Last year, the sun and summer helped, but not this year.
Sadly, I built four temporary walls that I thought would save me, but goddammit, I can't get out. I'm turning into someone I was always scared of becoming: always angry, always sad. The sad thing is that I'm still young, but it feels like I'm mentally dying.
My friend sent me a ig post about how life has gotten harder and how we've forgotten the hobbies we once had. We started remembering things. She used to be an amazing painter, and I used to write. Not well, admittedly, but I could still write down the thoughts that haunted me.
So yeah, that's the reason for this lame ass paragraph.












