Am I Really Happy?

I miss writing.

I've already told you countless times that writing is my second love. Sometimes, when I'm feeling nothing on the inside, I wonder how much more exciting my life would have been if I had continued writing. Well, it's not yet the end of the road for me, yeah?

Writing is a forgiving paramour. I've neglected it many times, and yet, every time I come back, it accepts me with arms wide open.

Writing makes me happy. In the past years, this sinful world had offered me so many distractions and sources of fleeting happiness. Now, I still ask myself this: Am I truly happy?

Writing makes me feel more. In my 28 years of existence, there were a lot of good and bad things that happened but somehow, I only remember vividly those which I write about. Whenever I read my past entries about a heartbreak or a joyous moment, I feel so alive. I feel so much. And that feeling, my friends, is priceless.

And so, I decide to continue doing what I love the most: writing. It doesn't matter if a lot of people will be able to read what I will write. What really matters is that I will be able to do what makes me happy and I'll be able to make memories come to life again. <3

Let's have coffee soon my loves.

Yours Truly,
Kimmy