I miss this blog. Really, I do. But lately, I've been feeling too consumed by the "urgents" that I barely have time, or a clear mind, to have any decent writing worthy of posting here. I still keep my journals, though, but those are for my rantings and musings in their raw form. Writing, like walking, is my own personal therapy. Thank goodness for the micro-blogging wonder that is Twitter, the next best thing to having a blog, since I feel like I'm going on a blog-hiatus lately. Not that there's nothing to blog about, believe me, there's an awful lot going on. It's just that, it seems I'm being transformed again to a near-zombie existence. Walking, breathing, yes. Living, real living, NO. Merely saying that "I'm tired" is an understatement. Facing demons can be so exhausting at times that you simply refuse to face it anymore. So I sleep my way to escaping, only to wake up in the morning with a guilt-stricken darkness of being so weak and so passive and so stupid. Having question marks in my head for breakfast is not the healthiest way to start any day.
Oh, well, it's time for dinner. I'll go offline for a while. See yah in a few!
...:::j u l i e:::...
Monday, August 24, 2009
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