#anyoneoutthere

Sometimes I pretend to be a writer. To provide some sort of deep emotion to the world whenever I write. The reality of it is this will all be gone within time. Memories, love, homes, people.... all of it will be gone. That I can care or think all I want about being a 'deep' soul but in the end it just does not matter.

I don't know what my purpose is with writing a blog. To create even a Tumblr again. I think I just want to be listened to. Knowing damn well no one is going to listen. So I guess it's going to be me, myself, and I on this electric journaling experience.

If there is anyone listening out there, do you feel the same? That time is so valuable but can't but to wonder why the world has made time so important? Anyone?

So, the other night while i couldnt sleep i thought that it might be a good idea to make a tumblr where i can just write about things that may be on my mind. Give some advice to myself and possible others and just a place where i can say what i need to help me get through what ever it is at that moment. I know i wouldnt be the only person going through what ever it is so it may help others also to see that they are not alone. 

Possible many other tumblr accounts like this also but sure who would notice if another one pops up. 

Lets see if this goes somewhere.