regress

in the past, posting was effortless. thoughts would flow straight from my mind, to my fingers, to the screen. it was easy.

looking at the seven drafts that never were published on this blog just proves how difficult it is for me now.

the office is so dead right now - no work and i'm still on holiday-mode. for some reason i decided to open up the LJ archives and its remarkable how i don't recognise that girl anymore.

the girl with the short hair, who took on other people's burdens whether they wanted it or not. the one who understood life but lived very little of it. the one who thought she'd be ready for anything the world threw at her. the complicated mind with complicated thoughts - i don't know who she is.

my life is making me simple.