Mind as well.

Everyone's doing it, i guess i will too. 

It's very unlike me that i condone with popularity but with the mindset of a journalist i could find some sense in blogging. 

Lately i've realized that I'm a little too comfortable with being in the dark, i mean it is summer, and it is only human to find shade but even in my room, my living room, at night. I just enjoy being in dark places. Does this make me emo? Everyday i come home from the gym or running some errands, i see my blinds open and an immense light brightening my room. I assume my grandma had opened them but it bothers me, the light bothers me. This is not a metaphor appealing to me avoiding heaven but could it be a sign?

I find it interesting how i find so much comfort in the dark, one because i use to be scared of the dark and two, I'm such a optimistic person. Happiness is represented by bright colors etc, not darkness. Perhaps the astrology is right, i always contradict myself. 

"I love you with my all my heart, if i still had one" 

-Kenny Hin