journal entry #12

Nothing much had happened, other than the fact that, slowly, I'm progressing with writing some of my thoughts about the quotes I have posted on Instagram. Most of them were, I think, based on an imaginary relationship, imaginary break-up, and about an unrequited love that perhaps I still couldn't let go. It's really getting hard recalling something — my one regret, maybe — that would only make me question a lot of things about my life. About the what if's, about the things I should've done a long time ago.

But I never took any steps to achieve any of them. I never decided to "discover new oceans" for me to travel onto, to sail onto. I became afraid to step up and lose sight of the "shore". I became afraid of taking another risk. I never moved on after that. I became stuck on the same feeling, same memory, same regret that all it could do was to torture me.

Sorry... I wasn't supposed to make any more drama here. But I guess I couldn't help it. I think I kind of lost it. Even in writing, I think things like that happens.

Anyway, I have to end this here since I really have to sleep already. I slept late yesterday and I needed to recuperate somehow. Hopefully, by this morning, I could finally continue writing any of my stories and those IG quotes I posted.

Good night!