14th of November, 2025
I have no idea how to start this entry, because I was too excited. Honestly, I've been searching for a place to pour all my thoughts, where I would find strangers to look at and no known soul would approach me. I'm more of an introvert and less of an extrovert.
My extrovertness comes with moods, so it isn't a person-dependent trait to me.
Sometimes I don't understand what they mean by the MBTI test; for me, I always thought I'm a compass kind of person. A compass has both the north and south, its extreme poles to guide paths; in my case my character goes beyond west and east. I'm a multiple persona I wouldn't unravel.
I love writing because I seek solace and solitude in it. Today I felt the outside world around me was so loud. Honestly, I don't like loud people because I am not one among them. I don't like to talk louder and show my presence louder, but people were too loud around me; that caused an eruption in my heart and disturbed my mind.
I can't change them and don't want to. But I need to change myself. I had to purchase earbuds to stop hearing their voices.
I live within woods. Yes—everything around me is green. There's a window in my living room, and if you peek through, you'll see grass meadows and some yellow or white flowers, where I seek my peace.
It is small, and within a short distance you can see some buildings, but I don't care until and unless I get my green peace. It is essential for a writer to bloom like a flower.
It is night right now. For a few days before today, I couldn't concentrate on anything, and I'm growing obsessed with social media, especially where my talents are growing as a writer. But I don't like this kind of attention I'm giving to it.
Even though my attention goes to my passion, I don't like it getting out of my hands. I don't want it to grab my attention away from the solitude of nature I'm seeking.
So I promise thyself that I'll be alright soon.
I named this entry "Lymph Nodes" because the lymph system is one of the foremost things that protects our bodies from pathogenic activities, and it secretes its antibodies in the nodes.
So my hopes are nodes written to thyself in these entries. Whatever I write here is the self-reminder, the self-talks I'm encouraging or remembering.
I'm pretty excited to start this entry. So much excited that even if people don't read this, I won't mind because I have written this for myself.
And if some souls try and read within, I hope we'll be friends and I hope you'll share your thoughts on this.
Take care, goodnight.