I don’t know why I can’t find the passion to write when I’m happy . I have something in mind to share but I can’t put the words into writing. But when I’m hurting, words just flow when I type.
Its been months and months I have not written something here. There are a lot of things worth of sharing. I could make use the reason that I don’t have a computer at home. I think its valid, but you could find a lot of ways if you really want something. right?
For six months I have not updated anything about MR. BIG. The big part of my life. Have I totally moved on? Am I still hurting? Do I still Love him? Have I ever get a chance to find somebody else? How’s my life? A lot of questions that left un-answered..