Twenty thirteen I lost something within me, inside of me. I have been crying a little inside over almost anything it's like this spark has died out and all I'm left with is the silence of the dead night - eyes jaded, throat bitter. I couldn't bear to speak much anymore, unable to feel the weight of even my own utterances. So I kept quiet. And I wrote. I just almost never forget how to love (periodic reminders that I'm capable of it as well, cause sometimes doubts loom too hard). So yeah, last year had been trying in all sorts of way and I'm not hoping twenty fourteen is gonna miraculously turn around IF I still stay like this. So this year, it will all be about changes. I'm craving for a fresh and light year ahead and if it's baby steps that I would need to take, baby steps I will take. On a sidenote, I'm once more back to blogging over here at blogger and if you didn't already know, I tend to change blogs often. Often as in more frequently than the average person, like a caravan girl. But I do hope I stay here for at least the next two years, documenting the last years of university life (2014 & 2015) and before I know it, viola! the working world. Take in the year, self. Take it all in while you still can. You are also a child of the universe.