First and foremost keeping a diary
Sitting here after consuming a hungry man size of noodles with eggs, I ponder on life in general, about the blows life has dealt with me. Being an introvert with two or rather a scanty list of friends does not help matters either. Now I am forced by my dear google, the best thing that ever happened to mankind to pour out my poor and heavy laden heart to whoever is reading this. Everyone has their own problems, granted but some more than others. I am no in effect communicating that my woes are greater than others, I just need a listening ear; it feels good to let out some steam. NB: This is no poetry Now why is my heart wrenching in my chest? Why does it feel like someone is reaching into my thoracic cavit, right past my lungs and gripping my heart out to cause me excruciating pain as they that control my destiny watch and laugh while I remain breathless? I see in the news people die and are left alone in their rooms to rot because they have on one to help t...