Unexpressed words drive me crazy. When I posted the last entry, it was more of an emotionally derived decision. I forgot the passion with which I started this blog.
Now in the midst of a stupid Monday’s Blues, I realized that my mind is so used to churning out thoughts for almost every moment that it feels like if I didn’t let them out, I would go nuts and become a monologuing machine.
When I said I would stop writing. I was lying to myself. I can’t lie to myself.
For what is a man? What has he got? If not himself, then he has naught~ Frank Sinatra’s My Way.
Guess I’m back. Men really are clueless at times. Hooray me!