hello, maybe for the last time.
Im convinced that i can’t write like i used to. It takes a lot of effort to write simple things these days. I think I’m done writing. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t take it out. It’s all in and it won’t come out.
I’m not trying again.
If it comes back to me itself, I’ll be the happiest person. But if it doesn’t, I’m not going to chase it. ’cause it makes my heart ache. cos it makes me cry.
I cherish my peace of mind more than the words… and I realized that that’s what eventually matters.
I never tried to enjoy the little things in life. Now, i guess, im not letting a single chance go. Even if it is the stupidest or the most mainstream stuff, im going to have fun in it.
I want to smile again.
And that is all.
If words don’t make me smile anymore, then idk, I think im done.