First Post. After some bad experiences, I stopped blogging. I was physically writing things in a journal. Like a 12 year old girl with a diary. And while I enjoy the feel of a good pencil and writing paper, I found it far less fulfilling than my mediocre writings in my lovely blog. The erasures here leave no marks. If you chose to read, be aware that some of these are autobiographical. Some are simply day dreams. Thoughts. Wishes. And you may not always be able to tell which is which. Particularly if you don't know me well. I'll be saving the pencil and paper for my mediocre drawings. No need to comment.