Processing…

It’s been a while since I posted.

Wish I could tell you that now I have all this content but… Unfortunately I don’t.

Being in quarantine really made me self-reflect and with that my writing fluid stopped. Weird.

I’ve been trying to unlearn bad habits and learn new ones. It’s a process and I am trying to be a better version of myself, or however the saying goes.

I am also putting myself in social settings and making new friends.

See being in quarantine alone made me more determined to go out meet people, make friends and make new memories and I can say with pride that I am doing this very well.

So why do I still feel like something is missing???

I’ve had many discussions with people about this “the one” concept and what it really means. Is there even such?

I am also coming to terms with the fact that not everyone is destined to find “the one” or has “the one”. So perhaps I am “one” of those people. Destined to be alone…

Won’t lie, it stings and not a little.

I’ve always kinda known I’d be alone but now that I’ve gone through what I’ve gone through, I’ve realized I don’t want to be alone. Don’t get me wrong, I am not desperate for love or someone, I want love and someone.

I am content with who I am and what I’ve gone through and what I’ve become, have been and going to be…

I hope you who’s reading this likes this and hopefully through this I can go back to writing my normal style. Hopefully!!

Stay tuned for more!!!!!