Sometimes I wonder

Why do I still cry when a Snow Patrol song plays?

The morning of the new year, I woke up feeling destroyed and positively empty. There is just nothing I could think to say to anyone. I realise I often think about things that I don't own which others do. And thought I ought to change that mentality to pondering a bit more over things that I have, that others don't... But, what DO I own?

I thought I would wake up to a brand new morning of the year feeling happier. But who was I kidding? My life could not change drastically within one night.

I write, and write and write and write, and I cry and I write somemore. But most remain unpublished. Because, there is just no point. Things don't change with words.