A useless note

I always admire my writing, whether it's good or bad. Looking at your creations and being grateful is always a righteous act. It doesn't matter how big or small it is, but what matters is you did something out of your comfort zone.

I used to run from adrenaline pumps or sometimes wished the world to end at this moment. But I realize after pushing myself each time and seeking discomfort always helped me and it does still. There still lives a part of myself, that I wanted to get rid of. A part of myself that ruins the whole game still now and something that puts me off every single time.

Though I do a lot on a daily basis, there is something unsettling about myself that wants me to shut down everything and wants me to do things that don't require a massive effort.

I am not really sure what to write today. If you are reading this, kudos to you and sorry for wasting your time.