A good sample of what I can come up when I want to write but can’t think of anything decent to write about.

I love. I miss. I hug. I kiss. I sin. I fall. I fight. I frown. I lose. I cry.
I do all these because I want to… and because I love to…

I am unstable.
I am a fool.
I always fall short.
A lot of times I’ve though of myself as a failure.
I do improper things that I don’t resent or even regret.
Perhaps, I have already done more mistakes now than a person can make in a lifetime.

This who I am.
This is who I was.
And this is who I will be.
Without regrets or anything of the sort…
At least I can proudly say, at the end of my story, I have lived an interesting life.

I am a retard.
And I love being one.