I used to write a lot last year and since I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t taken the proper time to start writing again. These last few days have undeniably defined this rollercoaster of emotion that I’ve been riding for the last year and I’ve taken advantage of my newly developed insomnia to jot some words down about my feelings and other thoughts that haunt me in my daily life. Kinda want to make a little book with these words that I’ve put together, maybe with some correlating photos or drawings or something nice and artsy like that. Or maybe I’ll just throw my laptop into the sea and burn every notebook that I’ve ever defiled with my so-called poetry. Happy face.