3am coffee and happiness.

*(The picture to the right was taken on my walk the last Friday but I didn't feel like posting it. Not yet anyway).

I'm starting to think I write for the sake of it. Just to keep my thoughts alive, don't really have another reason. I doubt anyone but Creo and the other "follower" Roihu read this. Some just glance through it for a second or two, just like I've done before in the past on other sites. I read, I feel, and it's not enough to keep my head in peace. I'm tired of wondering and wandering for so long. 

I'm not even sure if what I write is more than worthless lines that mean nothing but a waste of time to people that bother to come look at this blog.

I write, I dislike, I delete and then start over again.

I keep trying to make a good post, to make something worthy of your time.

In hope that you'll understand I do too have something to share.

Not just a dumb rant about a lonely day... even if that was all that I had.

I read a few lines from other blog earlier tonight and then I wondered why do some people neglect what they have and yet believe they have nothing... that made me realize I have done so too in the past and still keep doing it to some extent.

I felt like a hypocrite and with no right to judge.

I apologize.

The few lines I've managed to write so far seem like a rant rather than a good use of space.

I didn't even try to make it look that way because I'm not mad or sad.

I'm ok with myself at the moment... listening to Hypomanie and waiting for an email about a picture I worked on Photoshop today.

But that's just another story for some other day.