Monday, 27 April 2020

pen and paper

i've been on hiatus on blogging and writing my thoughts for a while. honestly, writing is not my passion anymore. i feel like writing is so pretentious, you really write for the audience and what does it make when there's no one to show? do you really pour your WHOLE heart out. writing is like proof of how you're doing in your life, but it doesn't make it feel better because of the bias self-point-of-view. i've ran out of so much to write about. i rarely feel anything and whatever im going through in my 20s aren't as fantasized. i thought i would've gotten married by now, by 22, but in this age that you get the most confused with life. fights with your significant other, with your friends. the age where you feel the most lonely. i'll save the sob story about how my relationship is a bust, and there no way of fixing it. right now, i just feel alone. just alone. it feels like 13 all over again. this is my 13 year old phase, i guess its a decade process? logging out..