Your skin is mad itching. The week old stubbe has grown into a small goatee that looks rather unkempt. You stop caring about stuff a lot lately. Your room is in a giant mess, you missed your work out for days now, your work is piling up, your personal life crumbling, but you put no effort to make things right. Everything is not worth saving.

I'm beginning to think that this whole writing thing may be a bad idea.

I started writing yesterday, and so far it has been going really well. It's just I'm so damn lazy.

What can I say, life is not always on a monotone note. Sometimes I met high peaks but mostly it was just layers and layers of pitless shit slurm. I also have had been stagnant in these couple of years. No major change accept that I look older and I noticed that I've lost that glint of liveliness in my eyes. That's what usually happen when you got older; the fictitious time eats your body and sips your soul. It's astounding really how a man can not grow given the opportunities that lies before him.

Truthfully I have no appetite anymore. What drives me to do what I have to do is the need to satisfy other people's need. If I live in some magical place where I don't have any responsibility, I'd be a hermit who gives no shit to the passing world.

I think I want to take this blog into a different direction. It'll be less about me and the world. No more comments about news and trends. I don't think people need any commentary blogs because a) Nobody gives a shit, really. We all just want our voices to be heard but we refuse to listen. We all are our own sage. And b) I know nothing about current affair; and let's not forget that I'm hilariously dumb. (ps- This is the part where you pretend that you disagree, feigning a terrible exasperation).

I've always been a big fan of words and sentences. They can paint a more beautiful and vivid picture- prettier than Monet, clearer than the latest High-Definition gadgetry; and mostly, stories can invoke your own version of interpretation of how you're going to feel about it. Now I should offer an advance warning that I'm neither trained nor have a speck of talent in storytelling, but I think I'm going to give it a try. I mean shit, other than time and productivity, what do I got to lose right?

This is going to be a suck-fest. I just know it.