The things in my head are better.
The things in my head sound nobler.
The things in my head make more sense.

But everytime I come to this page, I get stuck.

I can write essays for Htate and I can write journals for my sister but I can't write anything for me. I finished all that for them and now I'm back on this page with a mind block. Sigh.

I've reached the point of my life where I can safely say that: 

I won't be happy in a while, and for a while. 



Kickboxing class @ BXG Fitness and Boxing Gym.

And holy shit it is not easy. Sister broke her nail when she was doing a left leg kick and I have abrasions on my fist from all the punching. I also learnt the hard way that my heels are not omnipotent sigh.