Back.

I haven't posted for a while. But unlike previous times, I know this time it isn't because I've been "censoring" myself so much that I am left with nothing to write about. It's just that things are going on in my life, good or bad, and I just don't feel the need to tell my blog about it anymore. My discontents with life also seem so petty that they just perish minutes after the incidents that trigger them. I guess I'm just not so lonely anymore and able to deal with surroundings more easily.

Ugh, I made my inaction (not writing blogposts) sound so good when I really have not a clue why that is. Oh well.

There is one frustration though. I can't seem to write anything creative. Ever since The Figure on the Balcony I seemed to completely walked away from story-writing or writing things that are weird and descriptive. This is not a good sign...