But then you wonder if you would be disturbing that person.

But then you remember that you really feel lost and perhaps you crave that person's attention a little if not a lot. That you perhaps enjoy that person's presence.

Then you realise that life's not about you.

So heck you just forget it and let it rest.

Bother.

And you satisfy yourself with leaving stupid messages that you hope other people will pick up upon.

All the time, speaking quintessentially in third person.

Actually its second person.

Yeah.

You start to remember the first time you encounter the word second person. Between first and third person, and you tell yourself, who the heck writes in second person. Its retarded.

The answer : me.

haha.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.