Hello world, I am your weird girl.

Yep, no kidding. Another day is gone and life is short. You don’t believe me, well don’t listen to the song with the same title then, and I so should not either. It reminds me of the glory days when I was young and first year university student. Now, I am still young, but not that young and not getting younger. The lack of Internet gets me creative or plain boring, you decide... or not. One is sure, I would rarely listen to this selection of songs in other circumstances (hint: with uninterrupeted internet connection). They are just one-way ticket to Memorylane and we all know, you all know what influence it has on me. Can you really blame me, like really, really? Blame the music in general. Everyone links some songs to some life events or also books in my case along with nail polish (weird, I know).

I am not sure whether or what I am waiting for. I just know that my dreams are getting more bizzare and my thoughts are getting more worn out. And here I am staring at this screen trying to get my words sorted out and it simply does not work. Perhaps it’s true, perhaps the happy people are not wandering in the past even in the background of some crappy song. But happiness is not that simple, perhaps happiness is simple for the simple and complex for the complex ones. Perhaps... I am all wrong, perhaps there is a meaning I cannot or should not figure out. Why would I want to know everything anyway? What difference would this make? More thoughts? More conclusions? More complexity? Who needs that in their simple lives? Do I even want simplicity?

I spent yesterday browsing  and planning to read tons of books evolving around the same neverending complex issue, because who needs simplicity when they have reading?

...I am that close to find out finally what I really want and all I can do is paint it or write it all  out and I don’t think that there is a such thing called coincidence.