Last night my anxiety kicked in as I saw the message on Skype is ‘delivered’. I can’t hit the sack on time. I try to soothe myself with some rationale, if I profoundly unhappy with my current situation, I will be left with absolutely nothing.

I admitted I grew up with emotional disarray and ineptness, so my instinct as a young woman, is to be tenaciously self sufficient. The purpose of life, maybe and just maybe, not just choosing or deciding, perhaps what I really want can’t be described at this particular moment. Not by logic nor art.

And I’m in the process of rewriting what will come next. Do what I love, and won’t stop until I get what I love.


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