Even while walking, I felt paralyzed...

Each existential crisis add a certain sense of maturity to my soul, even if it tears me apart. Each tomorrow is either a reward or a punishment from yesterday.

Like a rebel teen I thought of giving up. Like wise parents, I advised myself to carry on. 

I've had disagreements with myself, but who would I be without me. Who would you be without yourself?

Do you know that feeling of fear about thinking of something you weren't suppost to think but you think about it anyways and then go like ''Damn, that's never gonna happen'' ? Are zodiac signs even real? Will your inner critic ever shut up?

If I could go back and re-make every single decision, I wouldn't. No, I don't have the energy to re-do anything anymore. Improving my mind sounds better.

One word: disconnected.