I'm giving a try.
Meaning, I'm Trying to write in "English", (which is equal to 'trying to be correct grammatically') trying to add a cartoon that I just have finished drawing (which sucks, just as I do) and trying to be positive about sitting in front of the PC writing a 'weblog'. I sometimes imagine the world as the best place to live in, with no troubles to trouble me, no worries to worry me, but I know they are just imaginations. When I was a teenager I used to be a wild dreamer. In fact, I confess, I still am a dreamer, but probably not a wild one. I'd rather call myself a 'pathetic dreamer' or a 'hopeless' one.
Life's never been easy on me. I digested it all..... but, I think, now, after all these years of digesting iron (they say, human stomach is strong enough to digest iron) I'm feeling sick. Sick of all the tensions that has crippled life, I feel like I should have the guts to throw it all up. But how can you throw up after you have already digested the venom? It's running through your veins now, nesting in your blood sells..........
YOU have become poisonous.
