Looking Back.

I have this blog for years. I remember when I was just starting posting entries, most of it was about lamenting on my previous relationships which have gone sour. Earlier this night, I was actually reading some of it, realizing with great relief that everything happened in the past. Over and done.

The writing style was definitely different. Now I'm confused whether I write better when I'm in pain, or in love than when I'm traveling and satisfied with great cuisine. Just recently too, I have been yearning to write a love letter for someone, something I haven't done in ages. I miss expressing my inner thoughts, something not in the obvious. I miss playing with words of passion. I miss writing with great content that my authored creation was being read by someone special whom I wrote that specifically for.

I am an emotional writer. Just like me being an emotional photographer, or an emotional painter. Damn I am that emotional! I have forgotten about that!

I used to write great tales of my misadventures. The glorious days of my juvenility. Where all I care about is my love life and what to do with a lot of precious free time. Haha! Time flies and here I am. Juggling my time, dealing with every tasks, every job and every possible opportunity to relax with an impossible schedule.

Why am I even writing this? Maybe I got tired of being bitter. Maybe I got tired of ignoring emotions that I don't want to feel. Or maybe, I am ready to face the ghosts of my past, tucked away from my reality. LOL. See I'm even laughing now as I write this thing!

Maybe I should post something like this again.

No maybe on another blog. :))