my life is very different now. almost unrecognisable.

i am married, working and not practicing.

i lied. i am the same. just worse. and better.

i'm not sure which.

i think this is the first time i'm writing... since my last ig post. i don't write. i don't create. i transform and mutate, never create. i am not sure if i still remember how to write what i think. this feels awkward. but also familiar.

it's probably irksome to hear this but i wanna write again. i'll try. i don't know how though, but i'll try to write.

these days, i'm scared to even read. it feels like my brain doesn't function anymore. i am not sure how to be, i just do though.

this post is meaningless, but i guess it's something. i'll try to come back, no, i promise.

see you again.