It has been over a year since my trip to Europe. My plan of writing down what I saw, heard, and smell in that trip has fell on my face. The colors and vivid details of the trip have been buried under the hash hash daily life. But, I am still looking to get into it.
Not writing enough, not because of lack of time, so often, distracted, I am not in the mood to write. In fact, writing can be very therapeutic, it would be a good way find a channel to calm down the overly excited mental activities. For example, now, it is 1:30 pacific time, and I am not been able to sleep.
I am not looking to have anyone read my blog. Blogging, to me, is a personal way of clearing my head and dump the mental garbage to the cyberspace, to lament, record, wish, or cry about what I should have or not have done, should happen or not happen, not so nutritious or particularly helpful to anyone. The only comfort that I may find that someone, who happens to see the blog, may feel the similar struggle and triumph in their daily life. Again, maybe I am just being self righteous, it is highly possible that people might not react the way I react, and would have handled things very differently.
Again, I found myself another failed relationship. It is not so much failed relationship with another guy, it is more like having repeated failed relationship with the same guy again and again, ouch ouch! Time for me to really move on, you are wonderful, and I have overstayed my welcome.
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