I have lost the habit of writing due to my lack of time. In spite of my love for words, I quit being a regular blogger the same way I did with my daily gaming sessions. There are so many things I love doing however, the day only has 24 hours and sleeping takes away good part of them (I blame aging for that one though).

Little by little, life became routine. Responsibilities and to-dos started to pile up and the only solution I found to have them resolved was to turn them into my new habit. It is correct to say that it is neither healthy or fun, but that was the only way-out I came accross.

Unfortunately, this ended up also leading me away from most of social activities, internet forums and friends (real and virtual). Only thanks to spasms, generally externally stimulated, that I get away from my boredom. My cocoon gets cozier and lonelier as time goes by.

I guess it is the cold rain and the gray sky outside because I woke up today with melancholic thoughts in my head and a sad heart, which brought me here.

Whenever things don't go as smooth as I hoped or wished, I have the tendency of isolating myself. It's not that I don't want to "see people", but I just need time and space for my reflections. Besides, when these moments come through, boredom rules and to prevent myself from contaminating others with my colorlessness, I simply disappear.

Anyway, the reason why I'm filling this page here today is to say that despite my absence, I haven't forgotten about my friends; despite my silence, my thoughts are still with those who have crossed my path somehow, and; despite my lack of touch, you are still in my heart.

Thank you for reading.

With much love,

Debbie,
BM2 Love Angel,
Love Angel PMS,
Debora Rodrigues.