So yeah! After a gigantic gap, here I am with absolutely nothing.
Hmm. Where to start? Where to start??
Well, we’ll start from the beginning — a very good place to start.
Over the years, I’ve been asked why I stopped writing. I was told that if you’re preaching something, you’d better be doing it first.
I’m 26 now. Time is a very cruel thing. I feel 19, but I’m 26, and my body seems to be functioning like 58, while my health feels closer to 70.
I’m now scared of everything. No longer the baddie on the street — just bad at everything.
Enough of the self-loathing, though. But damn, I’ve become good at it.
I always was.
Why am I writing this? No idea.
What is this about? NOTHING.
I’ve been watching Seinfeld and Gilmore Girls on repeat lately.
I stopped writing altogether. No journals, no blogs, no captions, and definitely no late-night quotes in my notes.
Not writing felt like Jess screaming.
And for everyone asking about it, my response would be something like:
Let’s start writing again. One blog a month? Maybe once a week?
I don’t know — let’s see.
Drink more water?
Well, I’m dehydrated. I’ll drink more water. Preferably 3 liters a day and maybe 10k steps a day.
(FYI: I don’t walk. I just sit.)
BYE.
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