My last entry was a sporadic outburst out of anxiety and helplessness. I was indeed falling into a downward slump and with every decline, I felt that the range of my perspective was becoming narrowing to which I responded like those with claustrophobia. I just needed to get out and I desperately gripped to the light and dug my nails into the smooth walls. I cannot say that I have fully recovered or that I am completely ready to throw myself back into this train of thought, but I really want to get to know myself. I want to confront my feelings and analyze what it all means.

Thanks to this bloggist, I found calm and a spark of inspiration for my life. I like a lot of what he displays on his website and regarding his latest post (re: room tour), I was inspired to organize my life. I know I cannot be as minimal, but I like the idea of having a work space of empty. I thrive differently; I work like a run-down antique shop. I do not mind the mess of items, or the clutter of unused and unneeded objects. In a way, this is minimal to me. A minimal mess.

Anyways. You probably do not get where I am coming from with this post or what it even means. I tend to squander over mindless words, which is exactly why I opened this blog. I want to be able to talk gibberish and release all those feelings that are boiling away in my mind. I want to be reckless. I want to make no sense, and contradict myself. That is the gist of it all.

And honestly, I was contemplating on exchanging links with some of my favorite follows. But I find myself timid in this case, because of what I post first of all. I am not very personal, yet I am because these are all what is coming out of my mind. But it is only something that I get because they are my thoughts. I don't know.. maybe someone will stumble upon this mess and find it intriguing enough.