What can I say? I've been away for a very long time.
My life has been more colorful than ever. I doubt if my watchers are still here--if they recognize me at all.
I've managed to fail and to keep failing on the regular level. I have gone through many things; not all of which are dreadful.
But I do have many unkempt feelings and thoughts and it should be my pleasure to fill up a journal about it, just to lay these thoughts to bed.
Thoughts of unworthiness, of duty vs freedom, of pursuit and discovery, of self-care and my lack of it.
There's only one way to write well and that's to start writing badly.
I hope there's still a way for me to come back to myself once I run off.