Maybe I'm not yet where I want to be. I don't know where to place myself in reality. I'm struggling to fit into this new normal. I miss the old times. On my way home, I witnessed countless types of people. A couple lining up for street-food, a bunch of kids fixated on a bent light post, groups of students piling up outside their campus, as cars get stuck in traffic in the highway. The homeless asking for a couple coins near 7/11, salary-men getting off buses, that tired look in their faces. This...

For the first time in quite a while I feel as if I’ve been getting a little closer to being the person I envision myself to be. It’s been a rocky road so far, but I’ve been treading it ever so gently. To say I’ve changed is a bold statement — one deserving of proper recognition, a sign that I’ve left my mark where I want it to be. In spite of that, to say I’m constantly changing every single day feels more fitting, more true to myself. I’m not done; not even close I think the point of life is n...

Just looking up at my ceiling, feeling this overwhelming feeling of melancholy, it’s as if times flying by faster for everybody and I’m stuck countless breaths away. I wonder what life I’d be leading if I wasn’t me. Thanks Healy after Dark ...

First time journaling online, kinda just got this cuz I have a lot on my mind sometimes, usually philosophy or some strange shit I guess ...