Haiz... been busy lately but on the positive side here i am typing again. Thats all it matters i believe.

To be given a life to live is a blessing. To live the life given is a living hell. I dream of all the beautiful things in the world but more often than not it turns out differently. I want to make things right in my life but sometimes i just do not understand why am i so clumsy or foolish into doing all the wrongs. Here i am, wanting to make things right yet my past mistakes resurface every now and then. Look i do not want to harp on my past just like everyone else. I want to move on.

Yesterday night i was talking in front of the mirror. NO! Im not mad but frankly i think i have found the greatest comfort to speak to someone or something for that matter. Its like i can speak anything. I do not have to worry about perhaps being frame or being hurt. My reflection will imitate everything that i do and share everything that i feel. Things will go my way. On the down side things can get quite creepy if my reflection stop imitating me and to start becoming rebelious.