In other news...

... my blog turned 4 in February this year.

Clearly one of my longer relationships.

I think my first hint of doubt in myself and the other person is after the first 6 months into the relationship.
I am not saying it's healthy, I am just saying it is.

Happy Belated Birthday Blog. I'll always read you even when no one else does. Like right now. 

Let's Start Over?

It comes to me every now and then, the feeling of writing, but I let it pass.

All my thoughts, fears, insecurities and theories seem too trivial to be recorded now I think. 

Or perhaps, they've become to personal to be documented. 

Either way, I let it pass.

I wonder what changed today, that I did stub my cigarette and put my glass of coke away, to get my laptop out of my bag. Blogger was the only tab I opened because I just didn't want anything else to distract me today. It's not like I have something pathbreaking to say but today I just had to see this little white bugger of a blogger box with its blinking cursor and fill it up with words strung together in half baked thoughts. 

What I didn't realize is how frustrating this would be.

Frustrating because I think I have forgotten how to write at all really; presuming I did have a hold on that craft ever. 

If I were writing right now on a paper with a pen, I have a feeling I'd be in a room with crumpled paper strewn across the floor.