“I’m just tryin’ to be me,
Do what I got to do”
15 January 2024, Boroszewo
What a ride.
5 years of cosmic elevations, hellish breakdowns, ecstatic tears, and hate notes.
Who would have thought we become so close, dear Journal.
Our relationship is tricky.
You bring me both the smiles and the downs.
Maybe if I didn’t love you as much, if we remained just friends (not lovers, business partners, and comrades all in one) things would have been easier.
But I don’t regret it.
I don’t regret us.
It’s your company who’s risen me from my depressive lows.
It’s you who taught me to see beauty in everything.
With your help, I’ve learned to love again.
Tomorrow’s my birthday, you know that.
You also know I had many wishes, most of them success & money related.
Please, help me out one more time, Pen Pal.
Tone down.
We got this bud.
Put on your observer binoculars, and let the situation work itself out.