I forgot how good it feels to blog.
I also forgot when was the first time I started blogging, but back then the reason why I wanted to blog is because I talk to much I just need to let everything out.
I used to be writing literally everything that I'm thinking about, may it sounds stupid at its best, but at least I enjoy the process of telling my stories.
I think before I write, and I reread before I publish. A few times to make myself believe I don't look stupid.
What I didn't realized is I look sad, and gloomy.
Pathetic, but relieving.
At least I can be honest to myself.
Other than that, well. I was trying to talk about myself more and how I'm doing right now but I can't seem to make up the right sentences to describe things that are going on right now. But to put it simply, I'm a mess.
Everything. And I mean literally everything, is a mess right now.
These days whenever I'm alone in my room and about to sleep, I will always think of how much I've left some nice and good people in my life, wasted so many opportunities along the way.
I barely have anyone right now and it doesn't feel good at all.
I'm alone.
Basically.
I don't know what else to say.
I just wish things can go better.
Because I'm almost at my limit.
