To anyone that has been reading my blog i am currently in Brazil and having problems finding time to add to my abstract diary. I am still writing, and the entries do infact go to the present day. It could go on forever. But lets hope not as i only seem to feel inspired when i need an outlet for all my concerns. The pre and post dates refer to me leaving my long term boyfriend. I know it seems a trivial thing, but we were together for 4 and a half years, i had a 9-5 job and lived in a little modern surburbia, aka hell. Things got a little too real, so i ended it all. It was a bit hairy for a while, i have no home, no job, and very litte money, but seem to find solace doing a bit of travelling, meeting new people and trying lots of new things (!) i wont go into too much detail there!!

It is mainly because of the way i treated him, and the way he treated me, despite 4 years of supposedly loving each other that caused me to start writing, and attempt to make sense of the emotions that coursed so unforgivingly through my body. It simply rose the question of the origins of ´love´. I just can´t comprehend how such a powerful emotion can disperse to nothing, in only a few, short, sleepless nights.

Any comments? Any similar experiences. All this crap is driving me insane!!

Quoth.