Shame.

I almost don't want to write anything. How many journals do I have with the same inscriptions - the same well-intentioned, poorly executed commitments. As if writing "I'm going to change" 3, 798 times (a rough estimate) will make it a reality. Part of me feels that it is absolutely useless to outline my hopes… Continue reading Shame.

For Aslan.

Two posts in one week. Maybe I can keep this thing up... Over the past couple of weeks, I have felt myself wrapped in the familiar embrace of depression. Not only depression but despair. Along with the despair, my severe sense of lack and jealousy, also ravaged my thoughts. I couldn't snap out of it.… Continue reading For Aslan.