It's so late right now, but I don't care... :)

I'm turning 29 next month, that anxiety comes and goes like strobe lights. I miss photography, my blog, drawing, projects, and some other stuff.


I decided to come back at 2 AM on a Saturday to post some thoughts, and after my other post I don't know what else to write about so I might just go to bed and tomorrow I should go back to doodling some wild character based on myself (for the n-th time).



It just feels better to post something random here and go on.

I'm still here... I'm still thinking

A few walks at night reminded me how long it's been since I started typing in this empty field. I know it sounds rather emotional, to put it modestly. I missed this, so I got a little romantic on my first sentence. I get romantic/melancholic from time to time, I keep it to myself however.

Right now I'm still the same person, working on my personality and trying more and more to do it for me. I guess that's the main factor with being human now a days: doing the best for yourself. I have done some things since my last post that have reassured me that ideas I've written here have been right, and left the self-deprecation for some moments and realized that I've done good. I don't love the things I've done. I'm not at all very happy with some of my habits and reactions, but as someone has told me, I recognize my faults, some others rather not even comment on them.

A few walks at night have made me realize a lot of things. I am grateful for the things in my life, but I know I can get more than what I have.