Dear Diary,
It's the best month for me ever. I fancy soaking up the son while reading a book on the balcony. It's so fresh. Before going to sleep, I overthink how to change my life intentionally by neglecting the weaknesses of my frustrating personality, yesterday as I have been tackling a low-esteem even though I was an outgoing person who loves talking too much with self-confidence. As growing like being a mature, I cut off the relationships with my friends who only judge me or have a superego. Despite everything that I’ve decided to change, I'm not still happy. I don't know maybe I'm chronic depression. Whatever, I don't want to scare you off with my bullshit and fuckin things. Until yesterday, I’ve decided to focus on my life instead of being addicted to procrastination maybe it works. Nevertheless, I'd say, if you get a chance to live with me for 1 week, off you would feel that what a sucker live. I knew it. So, today is going over well, seemingly. I studied and listened to podcasts. But as I said, I can't help being obsessed with things that make me vulnerable to life. Nice to talk to you again. Bye for now, lovely diary.