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.