when i started writing this blog, In retrospect, it feels like I had something to write about, Lokking back at some of those posts, some extremely embarrassing. and yet, There was something to write about then.
I am 21, and struggling to define happiness or even feel it. 2 years ago, I was in love, or I thought I was, but it was the happiest I'd been. Now I don't want to be in love, there's nothing to pin my hopes on. I don't know how people get up every morning, I certainly struggle.
Why am I so lost? It is a question that I ask myself, every single morning, staring at the ceiling.