Looking back at my latest post here says the start of my semester and now here I am, posting this on my last day of the semester. Time flies.

I roughed through this semester in hope to look forward to the next semester, and not even bothered to make things better, seeing almost everyone/everything just so screwed up. I kinda gave up at several instances, only to realize I might be experiencing mild depression/ stress. Idk.

Sooner or later I got back up, I fought this war, I told my story, and in hope to win my self. My inner self. Yes, it says alot, and thinks alot. Sometimes it makes me live in denial.

Till now, I have yet to win this war. I have been alone, for fear to allow intrusion into my self, and receive hurt. Not anymore.

This keeps me worried.