Now that I'm one year shy from my official entry into "people who scream into the void" olympics (jk), I have some things to say:
I did not expect that I would be employed in the Department of Labor and Employment to write articles for a job. It's a source of comfort from the daily stress that I get from doing a lot of stuff in DOLE, but it is not an easy task to write. At all. Those who say that typing is just like talking may be correct in some aspect, but it's an art form to actually deliver results that you want.
Being single after being in relationships back-to-back made me think about some things. I feel like I'm not the type of person to think that I should be in a relationship because I don't want to die alone, but I do feel a sense of calmness that another person can bring. It has incredible perks. Nevertheless... it's rather unhealthy for me to rely on them solely for my inner peace and happiness.
I'm happy in a sense that I've been able to move on and only mourn when I'm at my lowest lows, but the sense of feeling of dread and regret from the choices that I made are still there. Which is normal, especially when you're up late at 3:00AM doing random stuff because your mind takes you to places that tell you that you should do said things for funsies.
I do like creating art. I don't have a specific skillset for making art. I just like making art in general.
People come and go. Even if they are going to stay in your life in one way or another, it's a huge issue if they're just there because you're holding them hostage since you can't rely on yourself to do the things you need to do.
I completely forgot that I have a blog I need to maintain HAHAH but I do recall that this was part of my job as a writer.
Irony and karma will always get you in the weirdest times. Not that it should scare you into submission and just doing good things for the sake of fear of experiencing them, but you should do them I guess to "spread" good karma around?
I still hate interacting with people, but I'm glad that I'm able to at least tolerate them nowadays to have a conversation about different topics. My sister claims that I'm still more social than her, however.
Also I'm writing a book? A non-fiction book. Probably a good thing to laugh at once I'm finally finished with it and see that it's a 100-page ramble of a mentally ill person.
Here are some of the shenanigans that I've been doing since I've been creating art:
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