Your two cents for my pea-sized thoughts.

And I thought I was just in for the "hell week" a week ago. But no, I think I have no option but to suck it up and let myself be dragged to this pit for another seven days or so.

How unusual that my first post would convey nothing but negativity. Then again, from these what everyone would like to call nowadays as "bad vibes"; this is where I draw clarity to let people know how I really feel. The challenge of not venting or ranting it out is becoming too hard to handle, because I am the type of person who believes in diplomacy. I get by with a little help from (coughs) ... words.

Despite the attitude that I have been dealing with lately, I am now back to my old self. My writing-self. I was actually pondering not so long ago that maybe the reason why I feel so f*cked up lately is because I have not written anything for a month. Maybe I got too overwhelmed to be part of some bloggers group, that I actually gave in to writing for PR. Yeah, it was fun writing for freebies and other stuff, but clearly, I now realize that it is not my "end-all-and-be-all" of blogging. It worked for others, in fact, blogging has been the source of income for many people I know. Not for me, I get it. It was worth the try, and at least I've tried. 

Now I am back to write, for myself. Of course, The Halfblotprincess would still be there to share the more sociable side of my insanity. This however, is for my everyday uh-ohs and boo-hoos, my yipee-yays and a-okays. 

My words for your two cents, your two cents for my words. 

I'm not in hell week all the time, you know. But yeah, that's where the pea-sized thoughts come out like a popcorn fresh and hot off the microwave.