I am bored and I'm sitting alone with nothing to do and no one to talk to. I want to write but the word in my mind are so scattered to make sense. I find myself asking who am I and what am I trying to prove by writing this? The only answer I could come up with is that writing makes me feel... Free!
I miss the days when life was taken for granted, I miss the days when actions didn't mean a thing, and most important of all I miss myself as I was at that time.