Hello

I remember telling myself that living alone was my only wish. I think I can understand why, but I do not agree. If living alone is what I have in store I do not look forward to it. Yes, I have all the personal space I can possibly need, and I have the opportunity to do whatever I please, but how about the faces I once had engraved in my mind? The sounds that only made sense to me at a certain time of day, is it all gone? I also ask myself if this is just the beginning stage, feeling alone and missing what once was. The grass is always greener on the other side, and I really wish it wasn't.

I also think this is because I am not very busy lately so I am only accompanied by my thoughts. Our thoughts are actually louder than you can imagine. Hopefully in the next few weeks, my mind is occupied with other things.

I should start drawing again, maybe posting a weekly drawing? That sounds fun. I like to think that I write only what I feel, and with that I am content. If writing can take away my thoughts I am very eager to keep you updated.