A writer

Paper was scattered across the ground of the room, some of the paper was ageing over time, others were crumpled and tossed in any direction, nothing, but a single lamp lit up a small corner where the desk was and from the desk to the floor, the ceiling was drenched in writing. The writing was everywhere and was being mass-produced by a sleepless person with entire another world in their head, they're trying to write it down and the words turn into sentences into paragraphs then into chapters then into nothing as they move on to create another world.

2 years later

It's Saturday the 2nd of November 2019, It's been 2 years when I started this. I have a few things to put out there. In 2018, I suffered from severe depression from being manipulated, lied to and gaslighted by my ex-boyfriend, we dated for 5 months and he had completely made me feel like I was disgusting and everything was my fault and I couldn't be loved. I suffered from a major eating disorder after he would comment on another girl's be looking better than me and through all the hell, I dug my way out and pulled myself to make to 2019. In 2019, I had finished my therapy after starting in 2014, and I was actually happy with my body and would be able to eat food without feeling the need to starve myself. I was healthy. On 2nd October 2019, I met my partner of a year now. We had barely spoken till 8 days after we first met and it was the most romantic time, but that is a later story.

2019 is coming to the end, and for the most part, the biggest change is my friends, my lifestyle and my ideas. I have lost a lot of friends but gained a lot more. I have gone from living with my mum to living alone and cut my long hair to a short bob. I'm in university trying to progress my writing journey.

Let's pray for better times and happiness.
2020 is coming soon.