I was having writer's block so i wrote this.

Something something ugh.

I woke up slowly yet in tears. A dream consisting of death, my death. I get out from bed and went to drink water thinking about it. A dream of dying In a rain forest. It wasn't in agony no, it was peaceful.

But I didn't want to die yet, not now. I still had many things to do, to see, to taste and etc. Ironically, I was suicidal. Almost my whole life i just wasted my time wishing for death everyday while shutting myself out of people's lives. My loved ones growing concern as I waste away in my room thinking about how happy I would be to breathe one's last.

But not now, I had recently found a purpose for living, and as time passes my will for life kept growing and growing. I'm not yet ready to greet death at my doorstep. I put down my glass of water and went back to bed and layed down.

Regret flushed over me as I recall my words and my wasted opportunities in the past. I could've made friends, made new memories, spent more time with family. But no, depression Steered me away. I was like a puppet being controlled.

But waste no more about the past. I needn't to be worried nor should I grovel at my feet and let streams down at my rues. Today is a new day, and today is where I make new memories and live my life.