some-random diarist

"Writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia.”

Hello, I'm Gixx and this
my very personal journal.


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On "I think we're better off as friends"
nothing but obscurity
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Today, I decided to write again.
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Crisis
Monday, January 21, 2013

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It's been just quite a while but quite just enough to make me feel like I am an entirely different person. It's like the universe has completely turned my world upside down to force me to the department of adults and grown women. I guess. Necessity, reality and amounts of belief in luck and fate make you realize that you can be someone you didn't think you could be, regardless good or bad.

Last year was a mass of mess and lessons I need to learn immediately to survive the last year's transition. Just a year ago, I freed myself from a relationship, left my job in the corporate, packed up my bags and traveled here and there, far and out chasing the sun and running from myself. In short, I savored the moments of doing nothing but just, breathing--something that I've already forgotten. Going away makes you realize a whole lot of things about your life; what you are doing and to whom you are doing it for and, what you should do next. Or who you should be for the rest of your life.

It's practically the hardest question in the world, and I am veritably in the crisis of solving it.



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