I'm back.
It's been so long since I last blogged.
To find what I truly am is what I'm trying to do these few years.
Unfortunately, it's not going too well.
I don't know what I want deep inside.
My self-esteem is too low and fragile.
I guess I give too much fucks about what people think.
To impress people is like my purpose of life.
I don't want that, but why am I like that?
Depression is such a bitch.
Everything is going fine.
College is okay, as normal as it can be.
Me being normal as I can be, too.
But suddenly, depression decided to visit me, and so here I am,
don't feel like sleeping and trying to find something to do, to occupy myself.
That's why, I'm back.
But why does it not feel good?
It's not a good thing I guess.
I don't like this.