Writing to come to terms with this feeling that I've been having as of late. If it speaks to you, I hope you're okay. If it doesn't, I still hope you're doing well. Have a nice day.

Life reminds me of a childhood sport.

Reflecting on the ideas of Chance and Fate.

I was reminiscing the last time I spoke with someone special to me.

Short reflection on the passings of life.

Another Year Older

I've been a little more depressed than usual. Most of the time, I'd be able to bottle it up.

Notes to self. Remember these words and begin applying them to your life.

It's a small routine. Nothing bad happens. But nothing good does either.

#torschlusspanik "Gate-closing panic"

The forked path lies in front of me. Which road am I willing to take this time?

It's not the first night you've been like this. You've lived through many. You'll live through this one.

If the bottle is empty, it'll stop overflowing.

I'm searching for something that might not be found.

It was expected and hoped, but now that's happening, I don't know how to feel.

Sometimes, I don't want to be told the truth. Just let me live in the past a bit longer.

It was just a dream.

These late nights get to me. One thing always gets to me in particular.

What are the odds of us meeting? What are the odds of us meeting again? And if they're not that high, can we defy them?