I just found myself in the middle of sadness – really?
And then I realised
“…what’s the point of all this when I’m actually living through exactly what I prayed for during another breakdown?”
It is surprising how I don’t doodle in my notebooks of my own will anymore.
I don’t really know why I remembered that now.
Sorry. I just lied.
I just happened to doodle a lot when I was writing and got carried away by it. Now, I’m back.
It just doesn’t give me the feels anymore.
Maybe it’s because I’m doing what I always loved and still do at the moment and that’s something that I wasn’t doing quite a while ago.
Sometimes, I think I could have had a different life if I had chosen to continue with what I had a couple of years ago.
But I would have never experienced what I have right now and I really think that’s the best decision I’ve made.