i have been to hell and back. and let me tell you, it was wonderful.
umm, i've been pretty busy with working on my novel and avoiding certain people. had very good days and very bad days. sounds like life. life is about problems and living is about solving problems. but somehow something is missing at the moment, i don't know what or who. and i'm scared of discovering the reason why. what or who will wait at the end of the road or maybe it won't be there anymore when i arrive?