My little space on the web

...You always know how to find time for your friends when they need help, but can't spare any for myself?

....My problems are never as big as anyone else's?

...I always feel as if my hand is stretched out, trying so hard to reach to you?

...I feel like I'm screaming silently, begging and hoping you'd hear the ache of my heart?

...I always feel forgotten, discarded? It's almost as if, if I don't message you, you wouldn't even bother.

...I feel so unloved.

In any event, I re-vamped the look and I have to say, I quite like the new style on here.

So I suppose...I should write. Any form of writing is better than none, even if my story is left hanging midway. As with a lot of things.

Recently I've taken a great interest in jazz clubs. When did I stop this habit? It's an absolutely soothing experience. The dim lighting, the leather couches, the smooth liquor. All accompanied by even smoother jazz.

I guess as I get older, my tastes have started to mature some. I can no longer stand much of the same music I was used to as a teen.

Here I am, I suppose, trying to be heard. Too much free time, and noone to talk to.