last days of summer...

enjoying the last summer days, which are always so little. I feel like I never get to enjoy the season enough, somehow its always busy, or I just feel the birthday depression. this year I tried to do a lot of things every day to feel like I was taken advantage of the good weather (I enjoy summer so I'm one of the crazy ones who likes heat) but it was never enough. I think i've done almost everything on my list except from  boke ride and a walk on the shore.

fall please take a little longer, let me miss you so more.

 

hello old friend

almost 10 years without checking out blogspot. I used to have a dozen of blogs which I eliminated every time I didn't feel identified with them anymore... wish I would have keep them to see what past me was so obsessed about really, my memory is foggy nowadays. 

I wanted to keep this diary on Tumblr but I'm afraid of the possible reblogs, I'm pretty sure on blogspot no one would find this. what's the point on keeping the blog in the first place? same old as I been doing since I discovered the internet almost 20 years ago: to talk and obsess about things within myself, and whoever might find this.

(feeling such a throwback right now)