Hi! To anyone who stumbles upon this page.
I’ve started typing again and don’t know how long I’ll stick to a routine, in real I just felt like typing after reading my boyfriend’s blog.
I read my previous writings and actually expected them to be horrible but they aren’t,except few which I don’t understand What was I thinking?
I had actually tried maintaing a diary but failed at that too.
I sometimes feel lost like I don’t know my purpose, isn’t everyone supposed to have one.Why is there a need to earn money? Why is there this system of buying stuff and creating happiness?Why couldn’t people just live without this differentiation or insecurities created by money?
I don’t know what I’m afraid of.Am I afraid of failing to live or failing to give my mother the joy of money?
But not everything is gloomy and depressing and I’m not even calling myself depressed, I have the people that matter the most to me around me so I have no reason to detest life.It’s just it can feel a little overwhelming at times.
I’ll end here my eyes have serious issues with me sitting in front of the computer.