How many more sunsets do I have to watch alone?

I decided to stop writing here because more often than not, what I write is very depressing and that’s not a very good thing to share with the world. But I can’t NOT write. That I stopped posting on this blog doesn’t mean I stopped writing. I still write when thoughts come in mind. I still write, habitually, when I’m feeling sad and lonely, and mad at the world, or at someone. I am taking back what I wrote in my other blog:

"Yes, enough of the depressing posts. No more drama this time. Life is wonderful!"

I guess I need the drama to balance my joie de vivre. That's what makes life wonderful! I can’t live ignoring my need for putting into words my random, often dramatic, thoughts. I don’t want to end up having too many .doc files on My Documents, most of which are unfinished writings, unpolished thoughts of the moment. I just figured they should go someplace beyond my personal computer (which, by the way, crashes on me every now and then because of unsafe sites, if you know what I mean.) So rather than risking losing them all, might as well post them as is, if I can’t think of anything more to add.

I’m letting you into my mind. You have already done so much by reading this. Somehow, you made me feel that I am not alone in watching the sunset. Somewhere in this big big world, there is someone who could also see the beauty I am seeing.

And so… I am coming back to the home I built for myself. And you know what the good thing about coming home is? It’s not worrying about whether you are still welcome or not. Because despite the long absence, it’s as if you never left at all. Still feels like home! Oh, belonging and less loneliness!