methinkwrite

Today, I received an email from my father. His college is closing down very soon and he will be unemployed. He has been trying to apply for other jobs but he's been getting no replies. Of course, at his age, it's virtually impossible for him to get a job. I'm still thinking how to help him. It's worrying because there are still people depending on him (not me, though). I wish I could help. It's not that I'm not helping; but I am not earning a lot of money. I can only hope that something good will happen.

Once again, I am writing. And once again, I hesitate when I start to write. But I need an outlet; I need to vent. I need to express my anger and frustrations in a way that won't physically harm me or harm other people. And so I crawl back to writing. To this blog. This blog that I should have continued long ago. Here's me wishing myself success for this blog. I hope I will achieve something in 2019. Like a new language, or a better body, or just a complete blog.