Morning.

The smell of the morning coffee. Just the smell wants me to get up from my bed and make some so I can drink. Nothing beats the morning coffee.:) but it would be better to have someone to share that coffee with..

Right now..

I feel tired. I don't know why. Whenever things don't go the things I want. I tend to run away. I don't want to but I don't feel happy anymore. It weighs down my heart. I always thought I was strong. But it seems that if I care about someone, and that someone doesn't like me the way I liked them or if they'd hurt me I weaken myself. I feel more tired, and yet I can't confront them. I'm not okay being hurt but I'd rather be hurt than to confirm that there's something wrong about me. It's bad right?


The very fact is that I'm hurting right now...

Too many random things..

I have a lot of things in my head these couple of days. And I'm feeling, like I'll burst out in any moment. Then I remembered I had a blog. Now, I'm writing, more like typing, I juat can't figure out what to write. Strange isn't it?

Whether it's about my dilemma at work, the scorching heat of the weather, my search for a new apartment or the apreciation I have for my family. It's all jumbled in my head that I can't figure out what to rant about first, or if I still should write about it. See when I thought of these things I imagine writing them, how to write them or the amount of things I would share (not that anyone would read these). But still. Now that I'm writing, well not a single word about my imaginated writing came up.

It's like I'm just contented I could write. Whatever I'm ranting about. I'm not that good of a writer but I do like to write.