Its been a while then, since I promised my self not to write anything here unless I have really something to say other than posting stuff I'm quite not at ease of telling. For the past years, two years to be exact. I got lost. I had a feeling of loneliness inside me. Got confused of things in life that started to turn me on something I'm not. Realized that all this time, I got incarcerated by the only thing that made me whole in the past. I can't believe that I let it happen.
I have tried to overcome this mess I put my self in. I do. But I don't know how. I felt alone as if I could not trust no one, it is not something I can even open up with my family. I grew up not telling anything that needs something about their share. I took it all upon by my self. There was this time I took an attempt but I only got discourage, so I shut up and leave it hanging. I even reach out to my friends but everyone has issues on their own.
Instead of dreading it all I find my own way of mending my self. I begun to accept everything that happened. Acknowledged all imperfections and limitations. Improved what I lack the most at the moment and accumulate the confidence they damaged.
There are things in our life that even ourselves are not quite aware of. You'll just realized that something is not right the moment you stop doing your usual routine. You start to ask questions and find answers to things that bothers you. At some point you already have the answer but find it difficult to execute. We, people, always demands of great suffering that comes to our life which often diminish our self worth. Why can't we just do our thing and live the life that we dream to happen?
