Today I have no updates on my story, whatsoever. I’ve been editing the first 10 pages and soon someone will read it and give me back feedback on it. That’s what’s new about the story. Now, since I can’t give you an update of the story, I will do something else. I’ll try and reflect my feelings and sort my head out. As a few of you may know I can be quite confusing because I often jump between subjects. But you will get used to it, so don’t you dare worry. I think that life can be quite confusing itself, sometimes. Let’s be honest, most of the time. You walk on your path, day by day. And there’s always new twists, like in the plot of the last novel that you read. You never know where you’re going. You know that you are going and you might even know what direction you’re headed, but you never know exactly where you’re going. Maybe you tell others everyday that you know exactly what you’re doing. And you might even believe yourself. But at the end of the day, you have no idea. I have no idea. I’m living my life and some days it’s really an adventure, but then there are just some days where nothing unusual happens. It’s just a day like every other day. Nothing special. And that’s when I start to dream. I dream about having a far more adventurous life. I dream about going to the airport and just taking off. I dream about traveling all those interesting places, with its people and its culture. And I wonder, why shouldn’t I just take off? Why not just leave? For one thing it’s money and another very important factor is time. Both of which I don’t have enough to just leave. I’ve got to do what all the others do. Daily life business. And Jobs, school, friends. Laughing, smiling. Talking about the great times you’ve had. But buried deep beneath all that there is just a girl, not knowing how to deal with her feelings. But in her writing she knows. She knows what to do, or she knows what should be done. Her writing is her escape. Her pen is her vehicle that she can use to flee from her reality. But then again, what is reality. Is it what we see, feel, hear, smell or taste? Or is it what we perceive around us but also what we think to see and not really what we actually see? What is reality? Well I’d say, to some extent it’s subjective. I’m putting extra importance on the ‘to some extent part’ because it’d not always the same. And it wouldn’t be right if I said it was. So please know that what I am telling you is an opinion. Simply thoughts in my head. They are not meant to attack anyone with another perspective. I will accept your opinion and I hope you do mine. Thank you for your long attention-span. And congratulations if you’ve made it this far. Goodnight, Day, Afternoon or whatever time it is wherever you’re reading this.