Do you ever feel that you’re not good at anything, or at least, nothing worthwhile? I always used to feel that way. Everything I was good at was passed off as ‘stupid’ or ‘a waste of time’. I would spend an hour drawing a picture, sketching a dog or a…

Reflections merely are memories of thoughts,
Dreams past becoming reality through
Recollections. These imaginings of sorts,
Themes and images, are false but true.
Burning embers becoming flames mighty,
Or crashing waves, like white and stormy clouds,
Yearning endlessly but resting peacefully.
For time is as such, questions unanswered in crowds
That doubt or fear the revealing hearts.
Parts seeing…

Is it just me, or do all computers choose when they want to work and when they don’t?

My dad says that apart from my mother, computers are the most unpredictable things in the world. The other day he was complaining that the computer was freezing. That was in the middle…