Who cares...? I do

Moment ago I was sitting on an empty room next to mine, staring outside. I watched how few swallows played on the air. And I thought about this all...

You see, here I am, writing about my life, believing, that it matters. Hah hah hah... Well, I've always known that some things I think about are funny! ;-)

Naturally, the truth is, that I have no idea how many people read my blog. Or how many give a crap about the things I write about. But this "onlinediary"- thing is important to me. And so are the things I write & wonder about.

I do write about things to my notebooks and discuss some of these things with my boyfriend & friends, but not all. It would not be fair to trouble them with all the things on my mind. Especially, when I'm still trying to figure something out...

Yet, when you care about someone, and especially, when you love someone, you promise to witness that somebody's life and care about things that person cares about. I'm making mental notes about my boyfriends likes and dislikes and I know that I start sentances with the words: ' My boyfriend likes..' And there's nothing wrong about that. It feels great to say that.