Gosh, it's been four years already? Time surely flies when you're not paying attention. I had no intention to neglect this poor journal, but life itself is too much to handle sometimes and all my dreams to write slowly dissipated.
Now that I have all the time in the world to myself, I have decided that maybe, maybe I can try again. Every writer must start somewhere. I am still the same lost kid, except that now I have a degree. A pretty useless one, to be quite honest.
I have never had any other thing in mind than to write. I pretty much have no idea what I want to do for life. I have lost many years. If not now, when will I ever start chasing the only thing that I might be passionate in?
It's ridiculous how positive, how my old self seems to live with no regrets. I scrolled down, back to my earliest entries and it surely woke up a lot of bittersweet memories.
So, here I am, the me who is determined to start over. May the universe be nice to me. And you. Ans everyone.