i wanted to write something but i can’t think of anything to write about. my heart’s so tired already. but you know what’s ironic? no matter how hard i try any form of release, like blogging, it doesn’t seem to do anything helpful or at least reduce what i feel. it’s like all these that my little heart has been carrying around for months seem to regenerate every time i blog.

or maybe.. just maybe, i don’t blog enough?