Think.

Write.

That's how I try to approach some of my posts.

Then there are the others that are just continuations of things that hit me. Out pourings of emotion, or something weird that I thought of.

Well actually that last one was the same as the first one.

I love this place.

********************************************

Never listen to Taylor Swift on treble boost if you value your ears.

Ouch.

********************************************

I think I'm scared that I'm going to hit 60 kg and realise I still have to lose more. It's getting harder and harder to lose weight.

Vanity vanity, all is vanity.

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.