Life Without Words...

I'm back...but not with a flourish. I've slipped back into this space the same way I slipped out, very quietly.

I owe my few readers an apology. I haven't felt very motivated to write the past couple of months. I felt what I had to say wasn't very relevant, was cliched, or even worse than being cliched, was just plain old. So I stopped. I fell back into that old habit of internalizing everything. And a familiar thing started back happening last week. I started feeling depressed again.

I'm not depressive, mind you. But what I realise now, is that when I don't get my shit out, it starts weighing on me. And for the life of me I could not figure that out. Then my girlfriend (and Spotty Cuss too) asked me the magic question: "why have you stopped writing?" And I finally came to answer today. I stopped, because I grew scared. And when I stopped writing, I stopped giving myself an outlet for my frustrations and my thoughts. I realised that my depression, was my own damn fault.

So once again, I have raised my voice. If you don't think it's relevant, I'm sorry, but fuck it and fuck you. I've realised that more than just wanting to do this, or liking doing this, I need to do this.

So I'm back, and pulling no punches.

Welcome back, bitches...