Today is a weird day. Not that yesterday was any different. My melancholic head keeps planting dark scenarios in my mind. It’s tiring, living with a head like mine. But it’s also exciting. I never know what kind of scene will pop up in front of my eyes. I couldn’t sleep last night. I don’t even know why. Okay — maybe I do, but I don’t want to admit it. I was up almost every hour with thoughts. Stupid, lonely thoughts. In the end, I woke up way too tired to work. Not worth it. Don’t recommend. Anyway, is this supposed to be my first post? Never mind — everybody has to start somewhere. Some people use this as a travel journal, others as a personal diary. I don’t know what it’ll be for me.