Bida

There are days when I feel like I have no real thoughts. Not the deep, meaningful kind. Just worries, layered on top of each other.

The way I see myself now is this: I bottle things up .

I’ve been writing a lot lately. Not because I have everything figured out, but because I think this is the only way I can actually hear myself clearly. And the more I write, the more I start to notice something...

I went to my sister’s house today. It’s something I usually do on weekends.