Moving On

Hey,

Today I'm gonna write you an on-a-whim post, and guess what: It's supposed to be uplifting.

I've realized that life really goes this way. So future me, thank me for slowly getting my shit together. You would be ashamed. *insert one-side-cheek smile* (forgot the term)

I'm still kinda a mess, I admit. But it's getting better. I'm doing better. I refuse to let this beat me. I've got too big of dreams that I can't afford to lose sight of things again.

As of now, the worst thing inside me that keeps on trying to devour me is my feeling of 'no emotions' - If anybody who'd read this feels the same, I'd be glad. I wouldn't be alone emotionless.

It confuses me as to when should I feel ashamed, pissed off, happy: I'm always empty and near sad. One nudge and I'll be off my ground.

In the least, it's not that grueling to live, I'm regaining memories of .my life's purpose - and to anyone who would read this,  I'm telling you, you've got your own.

Btw, I've overslept again. I think it's a facebook page's fault for feeding me with depression things - like, people with depression tend to sleep a lot. Well hell yeah, I feel depressed enough and I oversleep before reading that but it has worsen the case, thank you.

Geez, I am making my way through production - that's the only way to keep your head outta bad stuff I swear.

That's all.

With love,
A.