Writing…

So I said to myself ages ago that I was going to write everyday, and maybe one day something will happen. Today is my best-friend’s bday… and I miss her terribly, you have no idea. But here I am, in London, at the beginning scary, now just threatening, but somehow I still want to be here.

There are so many things in my mind, I cannot explain right now… not even to myself.

Believe me, I’m confused too!!

oh well, I have, for the past few months, sitting on the internet, applying for jobs, getting rejected, and sometimes not even getting an answer. When does it end? Should I be a writer? Or just give up and sell mangoes in Brixton market? I’m sure there's a market for that!

Anyway, I’m off.

seeing my boyfriend’s band tonight.

But all I wanna do is, get a little closer… to my destiny.