Its so funny, how this place has completely died out. In my teens a blog was so important, we kept it going as if we were getting paid. Somewhere in between work and rest, I no longer remember (nor cared) about the fact that I actually have a blog. And it actually still has views, which is pretty unbelievable.

I hate growing old, to be honest. I look back on some of my posts  in 2008 and I cringed so much, it was difficult to even reread them. But somehow I remember that was a much younger me, much more carefree and naive and so... vulnerable. As we weather through age, work, heartbreak and death, our mind and heart becomes so much more worn. No doubt, these experiences also make us so much wiser and tougher.

I didn't want this to be a melancholy post, not after a year of absence, but I guess my words can't run far from my heart. I am conflicted, unsure, I doubt and I trust, I'm afraid of getting hurt and of making decisions I will regret. I'm 25... but still very much a little girl deep down.