Cri De Coeur

Mostly i hate myself. And for nonsensical reasons sometimes. Alas more than often it is due to reasons beyond my control. Nevertheless, its step. This blog. This anonimity that it offers. My chasm that divides me from the rest of the world. For you may read, you may never understand. My reveries, my deepest darkest fears, down from pungent childhoods dreams and nightmares, and adult worlds, swirled with confusion and delusion and frustrations. Strange it seems that, i may talk to strangers such as you, and yet i am ashamed to show myself for I am .

I am afterall, a mere mortal another living person, trying to carve out a niche.

Have i found my niche??
Do i have one??

Tsk tsk. Those questions shouldn't be revelled upon. Maybe not just yet. Maybe another time.Right now its just a road to self dscovery. A twirling, crazed road, with bends and twist and baggages from the past to be left behind at their correct train stations.

Train Masters, be ready with thy flamboyant red flags.

If only I could scream.