I feel a burning desire to blog, but when I come online I find myself at a loss of words.
I spent my whole day with my nose in a book, which turned out to be a lovely book. (Did I mention that Jennifer Cruise wrote it? She writes great books) Though the book caused me to think about a lot of things in my life too…
I really wish I could write as freely as I did in the past. The words just came, I didn’t have to worry about this and that and everything that was wrong and everything that was right. Writing has became a chore to me. I no longer can just write what I feel like anymore. I’m just to ashamed of how I feel inside.
I want to draw. I really want to go back to the past and draw. To draw just for the sake of drawing. To draw out of nothing, to be able to just draw freely. Now I still have the urge to draw, but I can think of nothing to draw. In the end, I never draw anything at all anymore. Drawing, art, something I enjoyed, now only one to long for.
Maybe I’ve forgotten a lot of things as I grow up. How to just act myself without a care about how people think of me. In fact I believe I care less now than my sec sch days, but I will never be the same as when I was merely a kid, running wild and free, without a care in the world. Those where the young and carefree days. Days I don’t even remember. Days that were merely history.
This same feeling is haunting me now. The feeling of confusion, pain, sadness, the desire to cry. Because only crying and make this feeling go away. But I cannot cry, for not tears will come to my eyes.
Perhaps I’ve been alone for far too long now. I thrive in company. Despite my love of being alone most of the time, I do need company to become whole again.
Damn! Blame it on me being broke and unable to go out and enjoy. But what is enjoying? Whenever I go out and “enjoy” it involves spending money. What happened to old fashion spending time with just with each others’ company? Then again, in Singapore, what else can you do other than the Movies, Eat, and other activities that involve spending money?
Give me strength …
Perhaps I’ve been alone for too long. I’ve been alone for 3 years now. Perhaps I just long for someone to lean on. Someone who understands me. Someone to be there for me. Like in those storybooks. In particular, Jennifer Cruise’s romance novels.
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