I promise you - it’ll all make sense again
“And there will be a day when you can say you’re okay and mean it”
Finally got to the point of writing again. It’s the 1st of November and I’m sitting at hovedbiblioteket. 1 paragraph kinda done. And it feels nice.
For 2 months I wasn’t able to focus normally. Not on uni, not on my friends, not even on myself. And to be honest, I don’t even have an explanation for it. Autumn was supposed to be nice and fun and cozy. But nah, I feel broken again. Sometimes I worry about how much I actually worry. And then I worry about how all the worrying is gonna lead me to something even worse.
I want too many things in life for me to just sit and do nothing. Therefore, I’m sitting at hovedbiblioteket trying my hardest to stay focused, to keep writing, to keep reading this bulshit that is going to pave the road for my journey of life.
