back-stabbing bitch is still inside me.
i’d never thought i’ll have to face a moment when i can’t. i can’t do things i’ve been ment to do. and the most disturbing thing is that i can’t explain why.
life is like a circle, and past has a tendency to repeat. and now i’m at this one point again where i can’t put my own thoughts properly. my mind is blank again, and i have nothing to write about. but i want. i want so badly to be this person again who can express my opinion the way i did. but before that i have to find it. though, i don’t remember loosing it. actually, i never liked writing. i...