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I don't really know where I'm going, but I hope it's for the best.

And I hope I never lose this part of me.

I'm scared that I don't feel the urge to write as much as before.

Not so much because I might look back one day and find a blank, instead of being able to slip back into the mind of my previous self, but rather if even things like my unhealthy dependence on this place for my sanity can change, what else will?

At least its comforting to know that the things I treasure the most aren't lost on everyone else.

I hope.

To a better year, and a better me.

So cool right, just find a few words that sum up your life philosophy, enter them into google translate, and translate to latin. If you don't like the words, then use synonyms.

For a better tomorrow.

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.