It's been months since I last wrote anything. Anything at all.
Why? I've been tired.
I've been constantly, incessantly, invariably tired for the last 3 months or so, and I still am, tbh.
You know how it is when you have something brilliant in your mind, you put all your energy in order to make it happen and then life decides to screw it all up, for no apparent reason? At first you try to laugh it off, to think positive, to believe it's just temporary, but then it gets worse, and worse, and worse, until you just can't take it no longer.
Well, that's exactly how I've been feeling lately: strengthless, miserable, lonely. And most of all TIRED.
You know what though? I'm sick of this feeling. I'm sick of feeling like nothing I want is going to work out the way I planned it to be. Sure, most of it isn't, in fact, going to, but so what? What's so bad about it? After all, the greatest experience of my life so far, the one that touched my soul so much that I totally had to commemorate it through a (beautiful) tattoo, came from the failure of my previous plan - or plans, to be honest.
I'm sorry, I know that this post is going way too personal and way too reflective for my standards - as though I had some - but that's just exactly the reason why I'm writing all this: I somehow, out of nowhere, seemed to have lost all my positiveness for a "short" while, seemed to have lost me, and I think time has come for me to get myself back.
Tomorrow morning, or tonight, for you guys overseas - 'cause I know you're reading this, though you never leave any comments : SHAME ON YOU - I'm gonna go back to my city for a short while, as I'm unexpectedly going to have a lectures-free week - thank you Karma - and that, for once, makes me extremely happy, mainly for a couple of reasons:
1) I get to get out of my exhausting routine and to finally have a little time for my self
As for the second one, beware, cuteness is coming.
2)May I introduce you all my beautiful new baby, Ronald Bilius Weasley?
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Why? I've been tired.
I've been constantly, incessantly, invariably tired for the last 3 months or so, and I still am, tbh.
You know how it is when you have something brilliant in your mind, you put all your energy in order to make it happen and then life decides to screw it all up, for no apparent reason? At first you try to laugh it off, to think positive, to believe it's just temporary, but then it gets worse, and worse, and worse, until you just can't take it no longer.
Well, that's exactly how I've been feeling lately: strengthless, miserable, lonely. And most of all TIRED.
You know what though? I'm sick of this feeling. I'm sick of feeling like nothing I want is going to work out the way I planned it to be. Sure, most of it isn't, in fact, going to, but so what? What's so bad about it? After all, the greatest experience of my life so far, the one that touched my soul so much that I totally had to commemorate it through a (beautiful) tattoo, came from the failure of my previous plan - or plans, to be honest.I'm sorry, I know that this post is going way too personal and way too reflective for my standards - as though I had some - but that's just exactly the reason why I'm writing all this: I somehow, out of nowhere, seemed to have lost all my positiveness for a "short" while, seemed to have lost me, and I think time has come for me to get myself back.
Tomorrow morning, or tonight, for you guys overseas - 'cause I know you're reading this, though you never leave any comments : SHAME ON YOU - I'm gonna go back to my city for a short while, as I'm unexpectedly going to have a lectures-free week - thank you Karma - and that, for once, makes me extremely happy, mainly for a couple of reasons:
1) I get to get out of my exhausting routine and to finally have a little time for my self
As for the second one, beware, cuteness is coming.
2)May I introduce you all my beautiful new baby, Ronald Bilius Weasley?
I just hope he'll get on well enough with my other not-so-young-any-longer beautiful baby.
