i've always been consumed by my negative thoughts.
it's scary.
people see me as a mysterious person but after the clock strikes 12, the magic is gone. you see the ***** clothes and rags... everything is bad.
but im just wearing them. i can take it off. i can strip naked leaving only my body: my vulnerability.
that's what i want to show, but i think this vulnerable body of mine is too fragile that once you embrace,
you can't let go
because the moment you do,
it crumbles.
how is everyone? i'm back. it's been a whirlwind of emotions over the past couple of months. i started writing on a journal again. it's only been a day but i have already wrote almost 20 pages worth of thoughts. i didn't know i had so much until i got to see the pages that i wrote on got thicker.