Running Dry

Before people start complaining of this place growing rather old and mouldy, I ought to plop a little something on, just to assure everyone that I'm alive. Still kicking unfortunately to some people's discontent.

Haven't got any startling thoughts that I'd want to share with the world though. My brain has still been on hibernate mode. Or rather I might be turning into a recluse. Lets just see how much rambling I can keep up with, and how much people can stand following.

In one week...

• I've felt as if my life were broken into tiny bits of broken glass, scattered all around me, cutting me as I bent down to pick the pieces up.
• I've landed back on square one.
• I've set down resolutions that I knew I'd never keep.
• I've sought for attention that could never be held.
• I've tried to mind-read but failed miserably.
• I've actually ran out of things to say.
• I've wished that life wasn't this hard.
• I've given thanks that I'm alive.

How different has that been from yours?