Sleepless.

I'm heating some spaghetti. I feel like this scenario happened before. The arrangement of the containers, the table, the sink. My mother is asleep, my sister outside and I'm alone here at the dining area.

I think my anxiety is getting worse. Dunno, whenever I am in any kind of transportation—my heart just keep beating so fast and my nervousness won't go away.

I have lots of ideas for a novel. But whenever I tried to write, I just couldn't. Sometimes, I stare at the wall thinking about a great scene without writing it.

I just need to write what's inside my mind, without thinking about grammar, spellings and what not. I sometimes focused so much in my mistakes even though I am still writing the first chapter. Always stressed about it.

I had a dream. It was about a girl named Molly. That's it. I forgot everything. But at that time, I thought it was going to be a good story. I wrote the name in my notes, then I fell asleep.

I've been reading k-novels mtl for quite some time that my grammar, instead of becoming better became worse.

Driving fast

There's a girl whom I always meet in the mall near us. She could be a schoolmate maybe a classmate. I'm not sure because I couldn't remember.

The past haunts me.

May we meet again this autumn.