Hi?
Again, I cease to be able to write. All over again, especially when I thought with the last post I will be able to write. All over again. At times I wonder what is wrong with me? Again, for the umpteenth time, I ask myself the same question. I seem to be fixated with this very normal expression this time.
Maybe it is not what is wrong with me, instead it is what maybe wrong with what I have in life... or maybe it is what I don't have.
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