Oh, hello there!

I abandoned this blog with no intention of continuing taking care of it, ever. To my surprise each and every week I keep on receiving notifications of this blog being viewed. Is it any of my ex's who is curious what is new with me? Is it any of my colleagues who think they will know more about me coming here rather than asking me questions face to face? Is it my father, although he doesn't speak nearly any English?

I don't know. Maybe those are random visitors who come across my blog accidentally.

I still keep on writing. I keep my personal journal where I mostly come to more and more interesting conclusions and discoveries about myself. I would say that since I stopped publishing my posts I finally came to realize a few things about myself.

I found out why from a lively kid did I turn so shy. Also, I did finally admit to myself that I am insecure, but now I know why.

I am just not sure do I really need to tell you about it. It does feel very revolutionary and there is a small need in me to share it but I don't know how. Should it be more of a memoir? Should I write non- fiction? Should it be a satire? I think the latter one would fit the best.

Because, you see, some of those matters or events that took place were very serious. But I don't want nag, complain or cry about it. Look at me now, all strong and on my way to being a remotely sensible adult. None of those things killed me but only made me stronger. 

So if my own parents propose to go 'on a break', I can't help to laugh about it instead of being sad. Next thing we know we'll be going through a divorce. And I have no money to afford an attorney.

I always told you everything about my mental health, issues, relationships, hopes and dreams. I just really don't know why and why in such form. There is nothing less serious than a guy who cheats on you for 3 years. There is nothing more ridiculous than a mother who laughs when you threat to take your own life away. There is absolutely nothing that makes me laugh as much as myself breaking my own collarbone at home, not remembering how.

I have so many stories about my family, friends, guys, girls, colleagues that would leave you laughing your hearts out that I could actually write a book.

And maybe I will. But until then I will stick to baby steps. One story at a time.

Maybe you'll find it interesting, maybe not. Maybe, just maybe, you will laugh a little or you will relate to what you read here.

Or maybe I have nothing to say and you'll find it dull.

We'll see.