I've been trying to write in here for a long while now. The empty box mocks me for taking too long to even hit a letter on the keyboard. "What are you going to write about now? How are you going to start? Owh, hitting an "I" are we. Are you sure you want to start with that?" It's been 10 days. 10 grueling days. Since my last post.

Now that I'm wide awake at 5 am in the morning, with nothing to read or write about (work obviously), I find myself feeling like a blank piece of paper. I have forced myself to rest today, but only managed to start at 10pm, and now I feel great. But also very empty. Could it be that I have busied myself with work so much that I did not realize that I am growing hollow?

And feeling quite nonchalant about that scares me. What am I turning into? Someone told me that I have lost that twinkle in my eyes, are they really gone? Maybe I'm turning into a big old bore, and I refuse to blame the age. I think it comes with the choices that I've made so far. Obviously, I chose to be one!

Oh, I need more partners in crime. We'll have such great adventures! Do email me to apply!