of writing...

I've had my blog for about seven months now. In that time,I have written several posts on varied topics ranging from random thoughts, to education,to books, to food, to clothing. to beauty and wellness and to things that annoy me. My personal blog simply talks about me,I and myself. This allows me to have a more apt method of shouting it all out without having to bother anyone.

However, I temporarily refrained from blogging early this year to give way to another writing activity (that "in partial fulfillment thing"...) Now, I am finally done with it. I can have all the time to enjoy each moment my life could offer. There were so many things and moments that I missed.  I missed myblogsite and I missed writing minus the formal elements of it. Now, I could be me.

I am trying to squeeze out the juices from my tired head. I think there's nothing left. Quite frankly, I don't know what to write although there are lots of things to write about and there are too many experiences  to share. But I feel I am lost for words. I feel empty. I feel naked. I feel cold and so alone.I whined to myself that   I want my feelings and thoughts to be put into words, or heard, or read or skimmed. Maybe later I could bring out the words flowing... or maybe tomorrow...