Starting Over

I have this bad habit of starting all over. Deleting everything, stashing it somewhere in the depths of my memory. Like I am ashamed of everything, like I'd think everything I posted is just total rubbish and no one would like it and I shouldn't let others look back at it. And pictures, I'd hate pictures of myself after awhile. Guess I've always been like this, I wonder when it'd stop. It'd be rather nice to have something to look back at. And the only archives I have are in my head. Well I'm just stopping by this space. Been real busy at the moment, projects and tests and more other stuff. It seems like it's a never ending road and you just wonder when is it possible to just stop everything in the world to just simply live life. 

It's exhausting.

Life's exhausting.

I never liked living a fast-paced lifestyle, and yet I had to be born right here, in this era. I think that I'm such a laid back person, too laid back for my own good. Or maybe if it wasn't put so nicely, lazy's the word. Sometimes I think I could have been an artist, a writer, or perhaps a traveler in my past life. I'd live in a quiet little cottage, somewhere far from the city, or maybe even in a caravan. I'd be a free-spirit, I'd roam the earth. I think I watch too much films, but I like watching films. In fact I just watched one earlier, I loved the movie. Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow, goodnight.