Pathetic.

That't all I can say. I don't have shit to blog about; or at least nothing of interest. Mostly, I am without the ability of writing again - or maybe I should say it like this: I have not yet gotten the ability of writing. I am no wonderkid. Far from. I just... I just try to stay alive, in a way thats acceptable. I do not long for a better life; meaning better than what it can be. I simply live the day, the minute, the second, always considering the consequense; but rarely caring about it. This is so irrelevant, and who is going to read it? I don't know, I'll never bloody know, I can take a guess: nobody. But why care? If you write just to write, you wouldnt as much as waste a thought wondering, if anybody is going to read what you write, would you? If you write something to somebody, for somebody, or just something that you KNOW will make an impact on at least one person, you're not writing JUST to write. You're writing to get something in return.

In that way, you can say all authors, bloggers, all individuals of words, are selfish. But who would care? It's simply just another excuse for being hateful towards others. It's just another excuse for being human.