Here I am again.

Procrastinating. Not getting things done. My worst enemy, really. I think my mind is filled with scribbles in my head that I cannot concentrate on every single thing unless I write. I am going through a “break-up” with someone, and it’s one of the many factors I’m not doing well these days.

I try to write poems, read/write short stories, but I can’t. All I can say is, curse you. You’ve ruined my mental health. I’ve been job hunting, and it’s hard but I’m determined. You never knew that about me. Once you meet me again, I want to show you how good and poised I look. 

Until then, I’m just gonna write poems about you.

Thank you.