Diary
I'm not sure of what I want from life anymore aside from running away. I made stories and characters to run away from life, and now that I put them as my way of life, I want to run away from them too. It seems like I don't really want to see these stories come to fruition, nor do I fame or a readerbase. I want peace. I want to be free from judgement, expectations and ego. I want to be free of my identity of being incompetent. I want to be able to do things without being weighed down by what people do or don't do... And for that, I need to work on my meditation. First and foremost. I seem to be afraid of working on my meditation too because I'm afraid of change but. I can aknowledge and be aware of the fear and the pain. Now that I know it, I can work through it. I'm so hungry... I'm anxious so I'm trying to stuff myself with food.