Days have passed like a whirlwind, and as the leaves settle I think it's time to find myself again. Think about my future and what I really want out of life.
I feel like everything I say here can never be without a hidden connotation anymore, yet there is always something on my mind- unresolved words and thoughts which are waiting to be penned out. Writing is like trying to unravel the many knots that have been hurting, letting go of some level of pride and admitting to my own vulnerabilities.
Things that keep me up at 3am in the morning, other than my r exam next week.