Continuation of previous post. This time on my hands doesn’t feel so good. I feel as though I was supposed to be doing something, but I can’t remember what. I feel disoriented and clumsy. I feel out of place. I’m filled with a sensation which feels familiar but I can’t recognize, like a face inRead more
Yes, whatever. I want to write, I have to start somewhere. Well, this is the place. I kept on putting this off: I don’t know what to write about; I won’t be able to write constantly enough; I’m not going to write well enough; I’m not creative enough.Read more
Namaste! I'm Mariachiara, a 25-year-old who always carries a pen and a notebook in her bag. I write, drink tea, do yoga, and find myself over and over again.