Life, currently, is good. I wish it could remain like this, but eventually I’m going to have to go back to hardships, face things I truly don’t want to.
Sometimes, I wish time could freeze…
Sorry, getting deep in thought.
I really should keep a diary, shouldn’t I?
Problem is, I recently realised, I cannot voice stronger feelings that well. Perhaps I’m a coward, maybe not.
I suppose that there’s a bar that sort of fills up for every emotion within me, but when it gets to a certain point, it spills within me and I don’t know what to do with it. That’s what it feels like.
How do I fix this eccentric (strange) problem?