It’s been a while since I’ve opened my Word Press account. It kinda feels nostalgic, even though months just passed. It feels like I kept everything inside the whole time. That’s why maybe, just maybe, I’m having a hard time deciding on certain stuffs. I have burdened almost everyone around me for the matter, and feeling guilty about it, I can’t think of a way to make up for everything. It sucks.
Hmm. I’m still finding out the reason of my acts today, along with trying to return to who I casually was. I hope to return soon. Feels kinda weird though. :|