If I were the old me, I would have written at least a hundred poems already because of boredom, but guess what, I haven’t written any and I am not planning to do one. Inam so much demotivated. This is so not me.

Maybe I have gotten too much into the scene and it caused me multiple attacks of paranoia

But the thing is, my mind has been precocupied by I think a different dimension, it has not been functioning the way it was before. I couldn’t remember the last time mind follows what it really wants to do.

It seems that depression has never left me, it lay down a little but it will eventually grow up again. I guess, depression has been my ally

Hays, here I go my pathetic and pitiful mind again. Over depressing and over thinking. I guess pyschological notions have something to do with this

I am just sharing here because again I can’t tell it to my fam coz you know they know me strong hehez

Ending this thread again and again attempting to overcome this depression once more. I know few people might read this nonsensical thread, hehez, but thanks. Injust need some strangers who will just judge me and never cares of theh hurt me or not.