Undressed

Source of image: google.com At least writing is the first best thing I possessed. Me and my other half/part of me would like to explain how things are handling with it comes to growing, learning from mistakes and create new ones because it's only human. My mood? Eh, no mood. No sleep. No words. No nothing. Just writing. Yes.. writing, my only friend I have at this very own moment. At least when I write, this so-called journal does not criticize me, neither does it call me names nor start a fight, which is the best genuine invention ever created. And just when I have whispered to myself - 'this time will be different', now I mumble 'Just like last time.' And you know what..? Dear love, I am what I am. Nothing more, nor less. I just wanted to get back those moments when we first met and those months of non-contradicting and lots of romance. Yes, I am a cheesy romantic full of energy ready to be consumed on certain entertaining stuff. Yes, I loved those crappy...