So I woke up this morning. It felt like all the other mornings. Basic and useless. I just want to lay down and stay in my bed, cause that is the only place that I feel really really really comfy in with no other human-beings around.
Not that I hate people! Well, not all of them, I have enough friends that I love to death.
I really don't know why I feel this way.. There is no reason actually, I have enough friends, my health is fine, my wealth is fine, social life is ok, but still I feel that there is a piece that is missing.
The best thing of Wattpad? No one knows me, except of one of my best friends. He has Wattpad too and writes stories, nice ones.
Do I write stories? No. That's not really my piece of cake. I tried though, I really want it to work, to just feel that writing could be something for me, and I enjoy writing but there is no imagination (?) in my mind, after a while my mind just turns blank and then I can't add some twist to my story.
Soooooooooooooo, this is not going to be a story, this is going to be my diary. Forgive me if I don't write everyday in it, if spell something wrong and forgive me if I am whining.. I am going to see this as a possibility to clear my thoughts, to sort out my mind and feelings and I don't demand you to read it, so if it doesn't interest you then you should leave (:
If you are interested: You're welcome and I'm gratefull.
Have a nice day (: