So here I am writing after a very long time. I've become philosophical lately. I've always been a bit of it. But recently Ive seen how much I can go. It is so annoying. I've got an explanation to everything when, all I want is to crawl into my dismantlement and mope. But no I have to know exactly why this is happening to me and understand it perfectly and tell my self that I have to do the time when I have to do the time. Annoying ha?
Well I should not be talking about all that today, when am actually feeling a lot better and a bit extra nutty. Or may be I should share a few views of mine with you. I think not not today my writing mood has passed. Starting to get sleepy.
Booooo!
