I've figured that the law of inertia doesn't leave me alone even in the least unlikely of all places -- the world of writing. And what a real disappointment.
I've called that world my home for as long as I could remember. The only place where I can let go of my inhibitions, the place where I can really, really be myself. But for a while I got dismayed when I found out that I wasn't entirely alone in that world. That prying eyes have been lurking around, maliciously taking a peek in the world I've created for myself.
I found it hard to write again. I asked myself, "Why do it anyway, when you know that the things you write may be used against you?" It's really hard, especially when you feel like you are guarded 24/7, your things snooped on when some people think you're not looking.
Now that I'm trying to write again, it doesn't come as easily as it did before. It requires extra push, or in Physics, a significant amount of net force to get the ball rolling again.
I know what I want, and it surely does not involve this, okay? I want to be free. I want to have some place of my own, even if it is only imaginary. I want space, I want autonomy.I want things I think I deserve.
On a more positive note, I think I'll try to write again! Many things in my life are gonna change soon and I want writing to be the constant (hopefully not the sole constant). :D
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