I have no idea what I’m writing…

I’ve never liked re-reading something I’ve written. Too insecure, too cowardly-whatever you wanna call it. But I was just thinking that even though I’ve never visited my archives, I’m pretty sure that I’ve never really blogged in a good mood. Upset, definitely; depressed beyond belief, certainly; nostalgic, many atimes; maybe even normal sometimes but never happy, never excited.

I’m sure it might not come across as that bad since my lowest form of wit emerges a lot when I’m upset and can be funny at times so my blog doesn’t seem like a “whineboard” as some people might call it. lol. But it has been like that and I’m sad about it.

 One day when I’m sixty, old, toothless, terribly nostalgic and digging old graves and new, I might want to return to this blog and re-discover the 19-20 year old Sana. And what would that poor old hag find? Someone as depressed, as disturbed and as sick in the head as the old nagging woman of the 2050s. May my soul rest in peace, I’m sure the doppelganger in the blog wouldn’t help the dying woman in any way.

Tsk tsk and sigh…