Sadly, all sources of inspiration are usually from one's own business and they are often drawn from surrounding subjects, chosen muses, and well, the person on the other end of the phone who refuses to hang up. It makes it that much harder to write about people, some of whom actually read my blog. Not that I necessarily have something malicious to say but it's really about how some other readers may simply make assumptions of what I actually feel towards someone, or whatever it is I am going through in a particular situation, that may or may not be expressed properly.

I still remember the wonderful feeling in the first year and a half of this online journal when I could rant and speak about all things intimate to do with myself. During the time of which my love interests were incognito, my obligations were minimal, and I wasn't frequently belittled to boost someone else's wanting of superiority. I miss the freedom I felt then. The absence of life's pressures and the empowerment I felt doing things my way.

Oh I don't know. It just doesn't feel like that anymore.