I know It Has Been A While
I know it has been a long, long time since
I last wrote something here. Or it has been a long time since I wrote anything
at all.
In the last six to seven months, my life
has given a turn of 180 degrees. And it could be something good, if it weren´t
for health matters (not my own) and for death matters as well (then again, not
my own death). I do not want to disclose too many details and I think it doesn’t
matter to any strangers that may stumble upon my blog.
I am back and I´m not sure if I´ll stay here
for too long. I have mentioned my desire to move ahead and switch my blog:
perhaps start over here on Google or even switch platforms. My friend E. told
me to keep going here and to correct whatever I wanted to correct and do
whatever I thought that might needed to be done, but I still feel like starting
over. In the last months, when my world crumbled down, I thought I could start
over everything about my life online: my social networks, my blogs… and it
still means everything. Then again and about all this, I am almost dropping
down too many details and almost saying “fuck it, let´s do it!” It happens that
details are for me only.
Its four and half in the morning and the
last two hours and a half have been spent trying to do something that, in a good
computer, I would´ve done in half an hour. Sad, isn´t it? I guess this only
what I deserve, because I haven´t been trustworthy and I haven´t worked hard
enough in the past. Not even the very hard months that I´ve been through, have
served to pay for the lack of work, for the lack of effort, for the lack of
whatever God or Goddess or Gods or Goddesses or whatever are the Higher Ruling
entities have seen in my poor and stupid creature.
It doesn´t matter: weeps won´t change
anything. Only work will and working I have been. I have put myself in the effort
to change some aspects in my life. Still about those efforts, I am aware that I
have disclosed too much information to a little too many people, but it was
like if I had to justify myself for not accepting their aid in some stuffs,
like getting myself a job in a café again (I am really trying to run off that
kind profession for the nearest future, but this isn´t the reason); it´s like
if I had to justify myself for anything that I didn´t wanted to accept; it´s
like if I had to justify myself in front of those who “cannot live without my
presence”, but cannot live without annoying me to the point of pissing me off.
I
know: it has been a while and although I cannot promise to be here in the long
run, I will leave a link to anywhere else I might migrate. If, in the end, I decide
to stick around and the odds are in my favor, you´ll read me and my words.
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