I am Venting machine

I’ve lost a lot a lot but gained a lot as well. Still, a part of me, well, my memory, disappeared like the vapid waves along with those that I’ve lost. It’s a moment for me for moving on. My life suddenly pulls back but goes forward with age and experience. Still, my memories are with me and sometimes they haunt me with the kind of life I’ve lived before. I missed how it was and it is indeed true that when a habit is broken, you’ll tend to look for it, of course only if it is a good habit. I missed holding and smelling books. These books are waiting for me to pick them up but I am always preoccupied with work-related and academic-related stress, thus, forgetting myself in the process. Help, I need help. I need someone to knock another’s consciousness that what we are doing is not really humane. Give me the time and rest that I fully deserve. Here’s my blog for venting out what cannot be vented out by voiced and unvoiced fricatives and plosives and stops.