I love to scribble and to fondle my feline companions. I derive great pleasure from speaking my mind. Also, it’s very loud in here.
“He doesn’t exist!”, “You don’t have to believe in something that you are not sure of.”, scattered words, echoing around me.
I don’t mind as everyone is entitled to their own opinions.
Not tired. Not sleepy, not at all. It’s 1AM and I know I should be sleeping. It is my father’s birthday. I texted him a birthday message since he is not around to celebrate his birthday with us. Working, out of state. Busy man.
I haven’t been writing for quite a time. Pondering about my future, is it worth it? I am questioning whether is it going to be great, just the way I desire it to be or is it going to flunk, becoming ashes from my colossal aspiration.
The day before, I woke up in a pleasant mood. I helped my mum with some chores, as usual, were just doing my innocent works at home until around evening, I had some stranger quoting me on Twitter calling me a “whore”.