mental health
Tired
A weary note about creative silence, lost closeness, and wishing the timing had been different.
I’m a little bit tired.
I was procrastinating for a while, well that’s very mildly put to be honest. I haven’t written anything lately.
I was busy, yes. But I think it’s mostly due to not having anything to write about.
These feelings are quite funny. They catch up to us when we weren’t expecting. All they need is a slight slip of reality to come rushing in.
So, I guess I’m not invulnerable to it. I thought I was.
I wanted to write about her. Not you, her.
The one who was there for me when no one knew what I was going through. I felt at ease when I shared everything with her, and little did I know I was in it for the long run, or so I thought.
Turns out, Things don’t work the way you want. There will always be a catch. And I was caught in it. And now, I’m one less soulmate in my life.
P.S. - I wish everyday we would’ve met under different circumstances, and I was a slightly better person, but We can’t change the past and Future is meh.