03 - back to my diary roots

I started writing here 15 years ago. Family stuff, emotional egocentric love stuff, suffering, you name it: youth drama was real.

And then there was this break. I stopped writing, because I thought it didn't help anymore. Admitted, at some point it was addictive to be somewhat on the poetic and literal stage, and mydiary no longer served well, as it passed its original meaning to me.

I'm 31 now. For sure life has become more stable and more fulfilling since I've had a full-time job. Time has flown, the drastic and sometimes life-threatening measures have subsided and I've been able to detach myself from my ego to a very large extent, enabling me to suffer less because of the lack of understanding of others people's motives.

Nevertheless, memories have remained throughout the years and they haven't made my suffering significantly less intense the moments I have them.

Coming back here also brings back some good memories from here.

My returned yet less literal obsessive presence to this site is to write, but also to read what's been by others; the resonation of common intense feelings of similar experiences.

Have a wonderful day