Half-finished

This time of my life is different. I feel like I’m slowly regaining the old me. What’s frightening right now is that this might just be temporary.

One of the few reasons why I started writing regularly again is because I knew I needed an outlet. My self-diagnosis came up with depression. Oftentimes I think about it and wonder if I am really going through this right now, or am I just making an excuse for all the transgression I’ve been committing.

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