Not quite sure, but never truly sure

At my favourite coffee shop, right around the corner after Starbucks. Just had another of those "I shouldn't" chocolate cakes, as usual, but it's ok, my most recent phycological excuse is called 'gym'. I've been going roughly every single day since February started, who would have guessed how much I'm enjoying it. Could easily give up on my politically boring classes for a whole day doing burpees and running on the treadmill, while listening to Beyoncé's songs.

It's quite easy to get attached to workout - especially when there are so many fit fellas at the gym - huge mood booster, not gonna lie. Still all messed up about life, obviously, but feeling good tho. It's the more you think about things, the more you attract those things' frequencies and, lately, if it wasn't for the endorphins I get from the gym, I'd be all fucked up. Anyways, besides the gym, news of my life: just saw a lady breaking a chair in front of me (by sitting on it), got a job, started to pray and the last time I cried was watching Little Women two days ago. Thank you, Saoirse Ronan, I was starting to feel immune to tears. Also, I've missed writing here, I love it.

Welcome back guys xx