Sometimes I feel like writing because I think I have something to contribute, something to offer. But then, today is different. I just want to scribble simply because I need to. I know I’m not one of those hardcore writers who have infinite and fixed thoughts. There were days that I can’t write anything because I’m running out of words or maybe because I’m just haunted with fear.

As of the moment, I’m feeling fickle, if that makes sense. My thoughts are all over and I don’t know what have caused my emotions to plummet. And this capricious heart of mine, seems a little bit restless. I’m really clueless where this post is going.. can’t seem to find the right words to utter.. so I’m leaving you guys with my disoriented and sketchy thoughts.

Sorry for babbling. Perhaps I only need to go out and have some fun. I miss my old life and the cheery, bright smile on my face.

Highlight of the day? I was being vain as usual, taking heaps of photos and posting some on instagram.