At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
If someone wants to chart my progress, this is where I am right now.
There are two things I haven't experienced in my life till now that the majority might have felt at some point, one is inspiration and the other is Chickenpox.
My head's not a great place to be stuck in.
People's auras are what they want it to be.
This is what adult life is, right? A pigeonhole existence, and nomadic presence.
Here I am fulfilling a childish dream through an adult ambition.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
Getting better is hard work, and getting better while working hard is harder.
Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.