My thoughts are so scrambled these days. Forming sentences is a mind puzzle, and finding my way back to my apartment at the end of the day has been getting harder and harder.

I'm too young for my brain to be shutting down. I want my memory back, please.

It was kind of funny for a while... now it's kind of not.

It's sad that writing this post has taken 30 minutes, but maybe







I forgot what I was saying.
Crap.


Uhm.








Whatever, I'm done.

POV

Every time I get an idea for a creative writing, I can never decide which point of view to write in. My writing style is to start with a broad idea and see where it takes me... so how do I know if it will be more effective to write in first person or third?

I suppose first person comes more naturally.

Hm.

Every year around this time it always feels the same.

Retreating inside myself the longer we shut ourselves in away from the bitter cold wind.

I don't do well with walls. Or ceilings.

Especially these walls, these ceilings, and everything they represent to me.

I like winter. I love snow. I love when snowflakes get caught in my eyelashes or land on my nose.

I dislike this wind that brings tears to my eyes. I dislike the days when the sky doesn't look like the sky.

To be honest right now, the view out my window makes the buildings and trees look as if they are set against their own backdrop. Another wall. And it matches MY walls, the ones I hate so much.