back to the point i am more than familiar with, do i really wanna do it again? but i do claim that my inspiration for writing comes from loneliness, depression and all the things that identifies with it.
i am content with the way i am, the position i am in might not necessarily be the best, there's always room for more but who am i to choose? i take the lemon that life gave and be glad to make a jug full of lemon juice out of it. who am i kidding? i am not a big fan of my life right now. upset at most things i could be upset with. but who do i hurt in the process? no one! just me myself and i. what can i do? roll with the punches i guess.
i am only human, your next door neighbor who choose to smile whenever he/she feels like and most times will quietly walk pass you by ignoring your existence, don't take it personal, you don't know what mood i'm in and i dont wanna bore you either. anyways we can be friendly, we can start on a good note.
lets chat, lets share our common interest, if any. don't be upset or irritated about my occasional silence, just trying to regroup my thoughts. thoughts? you know the bland one.... one without life or soul, one that bores you to errmm sleep? there we are. we shall start from somewhere... go ahead challenge me, ask me a question lets see how well i do with my effort in answering......
i shall return.
