(Prelude: Gawd. My brain is an
obvious mess. I can't think straight and currently I am forcing myself to write
again. I am forcing myself to concentrate and move my fingers and write
something. Anything)
So here I am.
You know, if someone decides to take a closer look at my life this past seven months (going eight, this month. Which reminds me that in the next 2 months, I will be officially 29 years old. Yikes), they might see absolutely nothing. This is the year of nothingness for me and I have accepted those fact with literally no hard feeling. However, the niggling feeling that I ought to do something -anything- about my so called life is still hanging above my head and I might have to do something about it sooner or later.
Maybe later (and I'm back to slapping myself again to commit to something. ANYFUCKINGTHING. Gosh)
So here I am.
You know, if someone decides to take a closer look at my life this past seven months (going eight, this month. Which reminds me that in the next 2 months, I will be officially 29 years old. Yikes), they might see absolutely nothing. This is the year of nothingness for me and I have accepted those fact with literally no hard feeling. However, the niggling feeling that I ought to do something -anything- about my so called life is still hanging above my head and I might have to do something about it sooner or later.
Maybe later (and I'm back to slapping myself again to commit to something. ANYFUCKINGTHING. Gosh)