I am on antidepressants for the last month or more like the last 20 days. Thoughts of me dying no longer leave me so indifferent. I actually think that living can be a good idea as long as you choose what you want to do with your life and get to do it actually.

I dont know what i want to do. I have a very vague idea. Family is important, having children, having money, having a good time, but a concrete plan is not yet available to my brain.

I know I will write books, not just one. But I have to get started eventually , one day.The idea is somewhere hidden in the depths of my brain, i am just not able to let it out yet.

One thing I know for sure, Hell I am not moving to this place they want me to go.