I am turning pages of my journal. And every sweetest longing I have written has turned into a bittersweet ones. And this isn't heartbreaking as how it appears to be. It's just the nature of change. I am looking at myself vividly, about how much i have lost and changed since then. And I think I love it anyways.

I have restarted this book again, or it is more suitable to say that I have been pulled back into, by this book.

Here is my menacing cat. His favorite place to pee? My books given he has his own multiple litter box. MULTIPLE!!! YES. His favorite place to doze off? My books and my systems.

It is such a gloomy day. Yet I am rating it 4 because- trust me I had it worse and dramatic. And days like this demands my hand to just move aimlessly on paper and make nothing out of them. It's been 3 months I have downloaded repov and I have no clue what to do with this. Like I never had clue what to do with my insta either. Which is crazy because 4 or 5 years ago i used to own fan account do edits keep it updated. Now I don't even like to update my closer friends on something as crucial as misunderstanding. Life works weirdly but even so I like that it's atleast moving forward. That I still have that spark even with minimal energy. That i don't chase perfectionism but rather what I urge to do. How I urge to move. It's better than being lost. I think embracing imperfection is most important than chasing a trend or perfectionism.