DAY FIFTY ONE of Aye.
Why don’t I journal a bit. I have a great energy in my mind that feels stuck because I feel hidden in my apartment or lack of ‘word’ or purpose that gives my life function and meaning. Although I should remind myself that most people feel that. No no. Most people who are fortunate enough to have time and wording to even consider meaning to their existence and who are genuine about it feel that. What it means to be genuine though. let me rephrase it. What it means to be genuine? Am I being genuine to myself? Am I using all of my means to become who I wanna be. Aren’t I stuck with the concept of ‘who I wanna be and what I expect from life ‘ and make it vague enough to escape it so that I do not judge myself. I did take care of myself this year. Sometimes by going for a walk. Sometimes through skincare. Sometimes through studying. Sometimes through crying. And I let myself go into the rabbit hole of internet, shopping ideas and relationship problems that mostly...