I’m here, can’t sleep, my stomach aches, I can’t force myself to learn. That’s why I’m writing. I just need to organise what’s on my mind. In the last years, so many things happened. I couldn’t even think about it. I stopped writing a diary. But it’s high time to make a confession, isn’t it? Time of decisions came. I’m just not sure if I’m ready for that. If I’m ready to think twice about the things that make me cry even now. But if I want to leave, I don’t want to leave a mess. Does it make any sense?
I’m planning to write about what happened to me in a few parts. Just can’t tell about it all at once.
Thank you all for welcoming me. It really made me smile. c:
PS.Isn’t that a bit selfish? I re-read this post and it’s all about me, my problems, my life. I never liked to talk about the bad things in my life. Always pretended that I’m okay. I guess I’ve come to this point when I’m trying to get myself out of this hole, if that’s still possible.