Once upon a midnight dreary

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe have never cease to get my attention. Distractions are what I need now.

On this dreary night, a little past midnight, I sit infront of my computer, going thru my usual ritual of basking in the radiation of my computer monitor. I felt this emptiness.. this emptiness that is created by myself.

Hopefully this could last longer than a 1st entry for I am not disiplined.
But this blog will be where I document my dreams so that if it happens later in my life.. It will also be an Avenue to pour the angst and shitty things .. really hard to fight the good fight alone.

I am living the life of a Charlie Brown. The good man who is a loser in life. Sometimes after falling down too many times, the dirt starts to have the comfy feeling, conformity welcoming.

Aahhhh, it feels good to write. You get a things off your chest.

I know this will haunt me later in my life or I will laugh at how I get affected by little hiccups in life but at least I do it and its serves it purpose. To make me feel emotional lightness.