My Past Few Days Thoughts

At least - some of them.
So, I was thinking why did I drop writing, while it gave me the best moments in my life. Like, I remember writing till 7 a.m. and it felt good. And living to write seems pretty nice to me.
And I've come up with the next answer: I did not have time for it. I had to deal with much stress in my first year of University, so I just stopped writing and watched anime instead. I was not smart enough to put the stress into writing and there was not anyone to guide me through my life, helping me making good decisions. I am not sure whether or not I should regret it now. It is the past anyway. Thus, I can begin to write again.
I might fail in being a good author, becoming famous and raising money from my books. I guess this should count, but in reality I come to question my everyday life. I want to put some idea into my living, some passion and purpose.

I've met a guy on the queue at McD yesterday. And he was bright and he looked pretty handsome, he did some sports, obviously. And I thought that it would have been nice to communicate with a person who invests into his look and controls his life. I mean to know a real person, with whom I can talk and ask something. I would have liked to share experience with him. At the same time I know that most people do not give a damn about others and there is a fairly small amount of people have a sincere intention to help others, which is sad, but understandable.