I'm in the mood of writing. You know, usually you have a flow, something you'd like to get out in the open. But now, I have nothing to say and all the words in the world to say it. Uh. Am I frustrated? Am I happy? Should I be worried? Should I have faith? I don't know. Empty. Or more indifferent. In a positive way? No, I don't know. So many possibilites to talk but nothing to say. That's Why I'm a bit quiet here.