As thoughts collapse on each other in the middle of the night, I find myself being grateful and ungrateful for the same things. 

Life has too many purposes and too many directions and I do not have any idea which one to pursue because, as it is repeated too often, life is way too short.

I want to achieve peace, which is all too fleeting, and I will one day achieve it: let’s hope that day is not the day I die.

I am not used to not getting what I want. Thankfully, I don’t want a lot of things.

But when I do not get what I want, it leaves me questioning myself and my abilities.

My self esteem plotted on a graph will be the same as that of cos (x.)

I’m leaving home in a couple of days and I don’t know how I’ll cope. Heck, I know how I’ll do. I’ll be absolutely fine.

The next four years are set up to be the most amazing of my life. But I don’t want the peak of my life so early on.

Sometimes I find myself wishing being old. It’s right up there with one of my more sadder wishes.

This blog was never meant to be personal but now it is.

I love and hate goodbyes at the same time. They allow for an outpour of emotion that would not be displayed otherwise but they drive me into a deep state of melancholy.

Hugs should last longer.


Welcome to the whirlwind that is my mind.


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