I've been Quarantined since March.
So much time to do anything.
So many goals I could've achieved.
But I'm not going to sit here and regret how I spent my time.
I don't want to blame myself.
I can't. Not if I want to move forward.
My depression isn't a joke, if it was, I'd have a better laugh. I need to talk to people if I want to be happy. I have to talk to people.
But for now, it is a matter of forcing myself to be happy.
Two sets of pushups, every morning.
Two sets of poems, every morning.
Three sets of telling myself yesterday doesn't matter, I can only only change tomorrow.
As long as I do it today.