after so long of not blogging anymore, i need even a new name for a blog. the old simbolises a mind that has somehow vanished. Never to return. Now. Sheldon 2.0 has entered.
I realised that I cannot live without writting my mind somewhere. With half the data requiring to be seen and another half requiring to not be noticed. So I look at myself and wonder why is my cravings of such. After a while, I guess I am addicted to the notion of pen-menship. I have a weird craving for my written works to be read. At the same time, I don't want it acknowledged for some reasons even unknown to myself. Also, I find myself filled with weird perspectives of life that I want people to share, disagree with, and hopefully understand me better by. Unlike most people, I realised I have never faced the problem of having a writers block. Only that I would come by notions in my mind that I prefer others do not know about. Things that I probably find unspeakable at the same time to shameful to disclose to the world.
Anyway. Now starts the days of my blogging again. Things I shall talk about. Everything I guess. Since this is a place I just have to create to dump and dump and dump my brain at
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