Time dies...

I'm just gonna say that I'm sort of still waiting for something really wonderful do happen. Not that the last few days weren't good, but things could be a lot better. Definitely. Perhaps the problem is that I'm still waiting for things to change, and not making the changes I want, but it's not as simple as that. I could try and change, get the wrong idea of things and end up worse than when I started. I have the slight tendency of believing certain things will happen, when the truth is they were never supposed to happen. Supposedly, I'm easily mislead. That can't be good. I know this doesn't make any sense to anyone else but me, and I'm always writing encrypted things everywhere. I'm sorry, that's true, and will remain the same, at least for now. Anyone can ask me explanations or leave me random comments, but I won't say anything, for I don't even know exactly what to make out of this. Sorry for the enigma, I just wanted to say something here. Even if it's just ramblings...

"Raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways".

Long time no see...

Well, I'm back. Sort of.

I decided to check in my blog after some distasteful comments. I ended up changing the design. But things are different. Obviously I'm righting in English, which is something I decided I ought to do, because whenever I start wandering about things I do it in English.

It's late, I have a driver's test tomorrow, so I shan't be long.

All I've got to say (and what motivated me to write here today) is that I was wrong on my last post. 2009 was definitely a good year, but 2010 found a way to suck more than I could have imagined. I really hope I'm not mistaken about this year.

I'll try to write more, to content those who still spend their time reading this, but I shall make no promises that I can't fulfill.

For now I'll leave you with some random notes that passed my head or that caught my eyes:
"And the wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I: for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die". (Oscar Wilde, 1898)
"Le mystère de l'amour est plus grand que le mystère de la mort". (Oscar Wilde, 1893)
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way". (Leo Tolstoy, 1875-77)
"Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us". (E. M. Forster, 1908)