As long as I can remember I have always loved writing. No matter what, I always loved it. I started writing little stories when I was around the time I just learned how to write all the letters of the alphabet. I had two little kids I always wrote stories about, they were twin brother and sister. Their names where Bart and Lisa. Two very common names here in Holland. Every time I got some time that I could spend on my own (which was a lot, since one doesn't have many responsibilities at an age like that), I wrote little stories, from about a full paper (A4-format) about their lives and what kind of adventures they experienced. I was always the one in my class that actually got excited when we had to write again. And later, when I was a lit older, I bought a diary to write in. I must have been around age seven, I assume,

Since I really really loved writing, I did it a lot. But sometimes I just wanted to write stories without having to think about things all over and over again. That was when I made my first ever weblog. I think I was around twelve years old. At first, I didn't even publish what I wrote. I just wrote what was on my mind, and saved my writing on my computer. But later I thought it would be funny to publish my writings.


I regularly updated my blog, and I loved to do that every time. I have used that blog for over two years. I eventually stopped using weblog.nl to update my blog, because the website pretty much sucked. At first I didn't really care about it. But later it started to annoy me that there weren't much different themes to choose and making one myself wasn't a good choice either, since I had no sense of how to work with HTML. 
I stopped writing because I went to a forum as well, where I wrote into my diary I had there daily, and I didn't feel like writing things twice.

After I was banned from that forum :( I wanted to have my blog back. But to go back to my old blog, where I hadn't been posting for over a year, I decided to make a new one. I had read that the website that I used to blog on, was going to undergo an update. I had to wait a few weeks before I could make a new account. I was curious about the new update, so I decided to wait that few weeks. But the update did not take place. Something went wrong, they said. I was really curious about the new update, and I waited a bit longer... and longer, and longer and longer... The website completely crashed. Eventually it took them around half a year, if not longer, to repair all the damaged done to the website. I didn't want to wait so long. So I tried to open my old blog again, but because my old email address has been hacked, I could get my new password, and so I didn't have access to my blog any more. I tried so many things and contacted the people of the website so many times, but it wasn't possible to get my old and loved blog back.

If you are interested in my old weblog, you can find it here. Mind that it is all written in Dutch.


I'm still very angry with the website that they fucked shit up and that I am the victim. I want my old blog back. At least I want access to it. It is my right.

Anyway, something totally off topic. I applied for a job a few weeks ago and I start this week. I have to deliver mail. Today I got my first mail to deliver. I sorted them out, and tomorrow I'll deliver them. I'm really looking forward to do this during summer holiday. I don't have anything to do all day, when I'm still at home. I'll will also go to Italy and later I will go to Crete, Chersonissos, which I'm really looking forward to. I have been feeling homesick since I'm back in Holland.


But for the rest of the vacation, I will probably have nothing to do, and therefore do nothing else than lying in bed and then snuggle out of bed, and play Minecraft all day long (probably even night). So I can try to make myself useful and bring all those helpless people their mail...

No, that is not why I applied for the job. I did it because they pay really well. I'll receive around 130 euro this month. And I'm looking forward to that! I have no idea what I am going to as soon as I get the money. I think I'll just save it up, to never buy things later. 

Aaaannnd, my mood just got completely ruined. I want to hit people with a raker. Yes. Thank you, thanks again. 

I am so sick of this crap. Why do I always have to feel like shit at least three hours a day, if not longer?  I can't stand it any more. During the day, I constantly try not to cry. Why do I even feel like this? I have no worthy reason to feel like shit all day. There are no such things wrong that I have to feel like crying all day, so why do I? I just comes out of the blue.

Well, that was it then... I'm sorry that I'm always whining about every thing and everyone.