Truth

I found out I had a draft on my blog entitled “Truth”, it has been there since last year, and I wonder, why didn't I finished it, it was empty, it has no meaning.

I know this is more like a “teenage angsty diary” more than a serious blog, but I consider it an escape window to all my anger and my “writer's trauma”. So I basically use it to release some word vomit.

After the proper explanation, I have to keep wondering, why did I started a blog entry with the name “Truth” was I about to spill the beans on how I was feeling in the moment, or was I so miserable I was about to rage-quit life, but before I decided to tell some ugly truths about the people I know.

I seriously ignore it, maybe I was not ready to write it in the moment so I left it only with the title to think of it and rewrite it later, I vaguely remember I had a draft on a word document, but it might has gone missing since I formatted the lap top.

Anyhow, its lost, like the truth I was about to write in that moment of isolation.

But now I think, maybe, just maybe, that was the truth, the emptiness on the draft was all I had to say.

Maybe it was the truth of how I was feeling at the moment, so blank, so unsure about everything, maybe it was so unbearable, I couldn't write anything.

Right now, for me, the “Truth” is a mystery.