Monday, the 9th of July 2018.

I’m starting to feel that something is definitely wrong with my life as I write.

It feels like I’m just passing by thoughtlessly without any real purpose. Work. Home. Work. Home.

Well, maybe it’s partly because I haven’t been very honest with what I write here.

There are so many unwritten thoughts and feelings; worries and fears. And to be honest I’m kind of afraid to be in touch with that part of me. To be honest, I know what’s in there but I don’t know what to do with it.