I would chose to write a whole paragraph of my thoughts. But as i stare at the emptiness of the screen and struggling to come up with the right words that fits my thoughts, i find myself deleting everything i type again and again. I have so many to say, so many to do but always not the right people or right time. I lose myself again and again with the decisions of my heart and as i try to convince myself is the right thing to do, i secretly fear is not. To whom can i rant all these to, to whom will these not seem as insignificant.

And i think i managed to came up with a paragraph. Irony it is.