So I’m back here. Writing about my feelings. Sometimes I wish I was more of a dude. Things have progressed somewhat, my brain not in this constant feeling like it wants to come out of my ears. Is this the tail end? I can’t tell for sure. I’ve finally stopped asking myself the what if’s and if only’s. Sometimes things are just the way they are. And at the end of the day, what more is there left but to live in the moment, the now, present. My mind has a habit of revealing the past through retrospective existentialism.
That sickening feeling of dread fills me less often, and now I acknowledge it was something unnatural, detached from me. There’s nothing wrong with me, my mind just needs a little more re-wiring.
Ok I thought that I would have had more to say. I guess that’s a good thing.
