It's weird. I still visit this space now and then but I've become an audience to my own blog hoping an entry will appear. This uncertainty that does not stimulate the need to write saddens me. And with this continuous doubt or perhaps something that even myself cannot comprehend, a year has passed. 16 entries for 2012 is really pathetic.
I wonder do I only write when I am not at peace with myself. That I am not a fervent blogger who blogs about his daily routines. I think I've just answered myself. How ironic.
So it's a good thing then? That when there are no entries, I am a happier person?
Will you miss my absence?