One more to get tired of

My blogging days are over, and yet, their're about to start again.

Actually, the first blog I ever made was created when I didn't even know the concept of blog; it had the shape of a somewhat disturbed diary on a website of mine back in 2001. Only more than one year later I discovered Blogging as itself, and well, the thing just lost it's meaning. I kept updating my own thing, and people seemed to give it more attention. Unfortunately, I was more of a dark kid than anything else, showing to know more about life than what I was supposed to back then.

I made friends and enemies. Now the friends are my enemies, and the enemies are good friends. And it's quite interesting to interpretate that concept into someone's once disturbed mind - especially when the biggest secrets are now to be kept forever. I made a bad start.

I wrote a lot of literature back then. Fortunately, some of it got recognized and it was even published at some literature magazines I loved. And when people started to give me feedback about it, and telling me how they understood me... I stopped writing. Haven't wrote a single life of a poem or prose in 4 or more years. Some months ago, I found all of my text-works on a website, and I went through hell and the end of the world to have it removed for good.

So congratulations if you got my point. I don't know what I'll make of this (yet), but I may be... may be, putting back together some pieces I was always afraid to. At the most primate level of comprehension and misunderstanding, words can tear me apart, and I'm grabbing as hard as I can to that premiss.

Thus, it's been a rough night. I deserve my psychotic break for today.