The process of writing is the process of one’s communicating with oneself. 

Have you ever read your writing again, and feeling like you’re a stranger to yourself ?

That you’re reliving the moments through another lenses,  watching at your old self naviagate through a distance, you wonder which is real, the body you’re occupying right now, or that fingure that looks like you, talks like you and everything she’s telling ?

I’m so lost. I lost connection with my past, I lost connection with my presence, I lost connection with myself… I don’t know where should I go from here or what I’m doing here. All I could do was maintaining my daily schedule with classes, homework like a sleep-walker walking continuously without comprehending where… 

I need something strong enough, powerful enough to pull me back to my reality, to remind me that everything is real and love, passion do exist and they exist inside me, just that I must find a way to seek for them again.

I really do.