If I dare say so myself, I have been unwell in my soul. And while I’m stuck in this juncture, I don’t really know what’s going on in my life anymore. Now, this entry is not meant to illicit any poorthingmessages because no, I don’t feel sorry for myself. I know I have messed up. I know I’m lost. I know I’ve become disillusioned and cynical because of unrealised dreams and idealistic peterpan mentalities. So really, what next?

I currently feel slightly impaired. I don’t really breathe properly and I don’t live properly. I think I should get away to do something about the failingsoul.