It'd been a while.

I know I have started my post with that particular sentence above.
I am going into another phase my 22 years of living.
How much I thirst for writing and reading.
I wonder how I lost those passions and interests.
Does working life drain me so much?
I don't wish I will ever self-doubt, but the atmosphere somehow drives me to.


yeah no one expects it would be easy
they said we gotta give a try
but can you bear the consequences after trying i'll still say no


I'm hoping the path which directs me indeed belongs to mine, I really hope that it does.