Dear Journal.
16.12.2015 “Dear journal, Winter is cruel to me, I thought you ought to know that. It deliberately creeps into the inside of my bones and finds its shelter between the tissues that surround them.. I have no idea how, but I’d like to find out. I’m occupied by study these days, as you can see. Oh, and I drank coffee for the first time in like 5 months to give me energy to survive until 8 pm studying. My eyes didn’t droop today but it’s the vindictive chill that buries my handwriting and urges me to hide my skin under an insulator. I’m really tempted to build s fire next to my desk to blaze me s little.. hmm.. why am I always so cold? I think I’ll sleep in a while but I promised myself to write one 2016 resolution and it is: Self-compassion. I want to accept, embrace my physical and spiritual self and embed them within a deeper identity-related meaning. I am Soraya. I want to open up my self to love and peace of the soul and the body. I want to be the soul God cou...