My imaginary readers.
I try not to think that there is a possibility of anyone reading this blog because it means that subconsciously, there'll be some sort of censorship over the words that I write and I really do not want to start writing to satisfy eyes and hearts. Be it real or unreal.
So you are imaginary. For the time being.
Just so I can write freely.
This is an update, y'all (as previously stated above). I write this from the comfort of my bed, tired and ready to sleep. But mentally aware that there is a lot to do.
I'm supposed to be on holiday.
I'm supposed to be resting.
Somehow, I'm studying. I have a dissertation, final major project... Basically, I have my final year at university awaiting me with its jaws wide open.
So I'm arming myself. I will not be taken unawares.
I don't even understand the reason for this post.
So, I shall write in my journal and collect my thoughts and emotions.
Because I sense tears.
So, long story short, I'm tired and currently feel overwhelmed. I don't think I have had a holiday yet even though I am currently on one. The culmination of this makes me want to cry. And I really need to write this in my journal instead of publicising this.
But I guess a little won't hurt huh?
Here's a little food for thought to end this: Always assess your emotions (I have a journal for this. I talk to myself and I talk to God. It all helps).
Don't just let it ride. Understand and know it so that you can identify and handle it as opposed to letting it handle you.
Live and love.