Saturday morning
It's a foggy Saturday morning. I figured this is a good time to write. Not sipping coffee or anything. Past few months were full of surprises and a lot of confusion. You know, like the bad kind. If I start listing them down I'd come off as whiny. Meh, I'll pass. I constantly feel empty on the inside, not sure if it's discontentment or just feeling lonely. I'm betting on the latter. And with that, I've been lacking inspiration to write. Maybe I'm already dead on the inside. Hopefully I'll have something to say in few months time. Hopefully, it's something good this time.