I know that by reading the previous chapters my life sounds like a hell hole but it's not there are a lot of things that I can cherish in this lifetime good food, good music, and good vibes.
The previous chapters sound like I'm mentally damaged but I'm not, if my mind was a car then the bad memories caused only dents and scratches I mean it did make an impact but not enough to make me depressed or lonely and all that shit.
People have their way of coping with emotions some sing to feel better, some dance, some meditate, and some play sports I write to cope with emotions,a person's emotions can be heavy and overwhelming, and extremely confusing so if there is something that helps you sort ur thoughts u should do it, the incidents that I have mentioned might not seem big on the outside but my mind portrays the smallest things in such big images that it's hard to explain to others so I'm writing it and I know for sure that I will look back and think "I was the cringiest ass for acting so fucking depressed and lonely when I wasn't" but if exaggerating things and writing it down helps me I am willing to do it as it makes me feel better.
My new year's resolution is to find my real self and prioritize myself over everything and I will try my best to fulfill it, I'm thinking of trying out something not sure tho if I have the guts I will go and do it if I get nervous I will improve on it but it's something I really really wanna do so I hope it works out.
I wrote this chapter to remind myself that there are good things in life that I should give more attention to.
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Self talk
HumorA point of view of an extrovert Not a romance novel Not a thriller novel Not a fanfiction Not a biography Not a autobiography Not a motivational story Just sharing my point of views and trying to convince myself along the way to win a war against m...
