I don’t understand a lot of things. I believe now that I need to write them. Write everything down. Straight to the point? People don’t care. We all don’t care. And that is very disheartening. All kinds of people from all kinds of backgrounds, from all kinds of inner worlds. None of us genuinely care. As if the world we are living is a drying pit of scarcity of love. Here goes another book that I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned that I started writing…but now, yes, have convinced myself I need to write; ‘Leaving Vegas’. I first had thought of writing this book when I lived in Vegas, but now, it has a whole different meaning for the books’ theme.
i don’t understand
