My blog, my blog, why have I forsaken you?
It’s because I can’t write.
Why is there always so much we want to do but all we end up doing is work?
I’m almost at the finish line of a major project. But the race doesn’t end there.
One leg of the race ends, and another one starts.
On the love end, I guess it’s not time yet. It’s been almost a year since I was last in a relationship and all I’ve felt since then are just between minor crushing on someone or a full-blown, hormone-driven lust.
I recently admitted that I may have been in love and realized it way too late.
My mood today feels like retracting that and I may have just said it because I got into a really bad emotional dive. Clutching at the straws I guess.
Pardon me for my mood swing.
Do you ever feel bad being yourself?
She should know that.