Mixed.

I am disappointed ... it kinda feels like being in a rut .. but no, pieces are moving here, but slowly ... too slowly. I can't see the top of the hill I'm climbing ... a bit lost I guess. What is it I wanted to do anyway? I dropped my map somewhere.

This week I feel a mixed sense of emotions bottled up, gotta pop up the lid somewhere ... maybe it'll help me feel better. Like talking to a wall. Thank you.

The work is fine, I'm learning at a faster pace now ... but outside work? I feel solitary. I've been invited to dinners, drinking fests, bars & clubs ... I've joined in, got a feel of the night life ... but ... nothing. This must be the same feeling I had when I first got this urge of riding a motorcycle ... alone. To nowhere. It wasn't some girl after all, there's a lone wolf inside me. I haven't been feeding him awhile ...

That solitary stranger kept me apart from deciding what I really wanted to be ... I don't know if this is a good thing or not. Who's typing all this? ... hah, he took over ... hello ...

... enough.