My mind is in atrophy. I sit here in front of the television and just type out randomly, hoping that somehow I could make sense of all the ramblings going on in my head through writing. Yes, I am not myself. I haven't been myself since "the" breakup. But the busy-ness of work has kept me from indulging on my miserable state for some time now, which could have been the reason why in the middle of belting out a Billie Holliday Song I suddenly broke down... Well, that's typical
of me except that I'm not known for spoiling other people's fun...
In spite of this, I try to come to terms with it by trying to enter the social scene---chatting is therapy to my tired, miserable soul, and by now, I have met someone interesting online...Hopefully
this would help heal my brokenness... Welcome to my world...
