oh hey there. if you've somehow stumbled across this space, welcome.

I used to use this space for more creative writing, an outlet, an escape. somehow over the years, i started writing less, and now i'm just left with a bunch of abandoned writings in my drafts and outdated words from years ago and a sour feeling in my chest knowing that all that potential of a young girl has just, well, faded.

I'm writing this whilst seated in my favourite Starbucks, not the same seat anymore tho. and i can't help but to think wow, three years later, and I'm still here. coming here during my igs to study and cram for my exams, and lesser during my a levels, and now to work on my uni assignments. it's mostly sad to see a little girl's dreams get trampled upon. but it's harder trying to figure out where do i go from here.

mostly I understand that change is inevitable. maybe it is all with God that I ended up where I am now. but why can't I move on? I'm unsure where to go from here. what do I do now and where do lost dreams go?