Entry #4

I've decided to take a small hiatus from a few social platforms, life seems to find a way to beat the shit out of you when you least expect it, like right now.

I always find it hard to put into words the things I feel, so I try to express myself in other ways, unfortunately, I haven't been able to do anything about that, so I just bottle up everything, and then I burst, and then I feel like shit again, and then it happens again and again, and again, and again.

I've been smoking a lot lately. I bought a pack a few days ago, and I finished it all in a day, which made me feel like shit and also a bit unhappy—younger me would go ballistic learning about this.

Not sure why I'm still writing, I don't have anything else I want to share. Or maybe I do, and it's just my subconscious trying to make excuses to keep writing.

Fuck it all.

- `K´