nothing to write

My friends told me that I became “normal” again since my heart found its permanent job.  Well, the argument on being “normal” is still being deliberated and has yet to be proven. Rather, I would like to blog something differently. 

Honestly, I have nothing to write.  Im just in the desire to change the mood of this blog. I may sound defensive here, but, when I posted my creations before, dates of posting were not reflections of my mood during that day.  As the disclaimers below each say, “late posting” or “posted some months ago”. There.   But just to reiterate, I WAS a malandi  so postings were not for one person alone.  (Notice the use of WAS? Haha. Notice being super defensive? It's I guess better that way than to be wrongly-assumed.)

Honestly again, I still have nothing to write.  I’m just in the mood to add something on this blog.  Thanks to work (My boss will kill me if she discovers I’m doing this today. Just for now, Ma’am ☺) . Ok , ok. I guess I’m now normal.   If this is what normal is, then who wants to be abnormal?  But I tell you, it took me a very loooong journey to finally get there and I have no plans of getting back to being abnormal.

I still have nothing to write, honestly.  I noticed, this site spills loneliness and pain. But, I am no longer lonely and I already found my vitamins against pain.  One answered prayer as I continue kneeling for its nourishment.  I guess that not good news. Well, that’s super best news. 

See, I don’t have anything to write. I just want to write something. And that’s different.

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