I want to write, but I don’t know what. I miss writing and I wish I could have a topic to write about. I miss having a lot of free time writing down my thoughts, feelings, realizations and/or experiences in my diary. Writing, which I have never noticed before, keeps me sane. In writing, I am free. Free to express my thoughts, feelings, just about anything related to myself. It is my sanctuary if you could call it. Writing is about letting your innermost thoughts come to life and break free something locked up. Writing is also a good comforter, for it sometimes lightens me up when I’m down or in a verge of outrage. Yes, what I am mostly writing about may be insanity but at least I’m being me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way because writing about what I want to express keeps me all together; balanced and cool.