i’ve been wanting to write for such a long time.
i’ve been depressed and low and down and you can tell by the sudden bulging of my waistline
i’ve been wanting to write on MY blog which I made with MY intentions, but a voice has been telling me that nothing about my life would make for an interesting storyline
…yet i felt so guilty… for not posting on MY blog which I made with MY intentions … as if i was working on a deadline
…i forgot that this was mine.
my name is Andile… and i feel so sad.
i’ve procrastinated my uni work, eating, cleaning, bathing and fun and i feel so bad…
life feels like a drag
i can barely stand
…i feel like or i am an insomniac
…i can only sleep for a minute with the help of tablets but i soon wake up because my dreams are painful throwbacks.
…im so tired of me.
…the good news is… i don’t want to die.
..andilè.. 
Andile, is this you or a poem? Or are they one in the same. Your life is a story. The characters in a good story have ups and downs. Just ride it out.
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Hey there ❤️. It’s a poem. And it’s what I’m currently going through. Im sort of struggling. Riding it out is the best way, really … it gets harder when I start believing that it’s bad to feel this way
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So good you posted! Difficult while struggling but at least it is something right? Thank you for sharing, you’re not alone. ❤
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