dear dreamcatcher,

i havent been writing to you for quite some time. i have been busy. i apologize for that. you know, writing to you always gives me a sense of empowerment. even as im writing this down, i know what to do next. writing to you just gives me the setback that i will do it. like my conscience.

i am indeed suffering from depression. i have been sleeping alot but my body still cries out for rest. i have gone really quiet. i dont attend school as regularly as i do before. i can sit in front of the computer and do as minimal work as i need to for hours. i have been eating alot, most of them are junk food. i have been having cravings, most of them are western food. i have concluded, yes i am suffering something.

my insides just want to burst out and no one seem to understand. or i dont allow them to.

something deep inside i cant deny.
a feeling so strong but yet defined.
i searched my soul in and out.
i will come to the answer, i will figure this out.

time.
something we have no control of.
something we missed out on once gone.
it changes us as it goes by.
teaches us lessons of life.
a reminder and a consequence.
a friend and a foe.
time.
please invent a time-machine would someone, please?
or just make me a wizard.
a hot wizard. ha.

truly heart-aching,
Andrea.