Two years had passed since the last time I wrote here. I feel weird getting back here, yet I feel at home. Well, of course, it’s home because I built this place for me to rest whenever I’m tired of the fast pace flowing life that happens in front of my eyes. In those two years, a lot happened, I’ve gone to new places, achieved small things, and drew a bunch. Then I realized the only thing I didn’t do in those two long years was to meet a new person to connect with. It’s either I’m too closed off for the world to force its way into my core, or I’m too stubborn to let others in, afraid that I would get abandoned again. Whichever it is, here I am two years after leaving home and back feeling empty.

I crave a real connection with others. You know, like soul-to-soul connection kind of thing. I’d be lying if I didn’t try or gave multiple chances for others to connect with me, but they’re all just tiring me out with hollow talks and whatnot. You know that feeling too, I believe. That feeling when you have to try to match with others’ frequency. Like you need to hold back a few notches so you could talk properly with them. Why has the universe made it hard for me to meet someone on the same wavelength? Or is it just me?

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