Hello. It's been a wee while since I have written. Things have been going pretty sweetly. I mean, yes, they have. But, there's a but: I realised something. Whatever the situation you're in: good or bad, you always find yourself problem to worry about. Sometimes you do have worries and that's just the way it is. And some other times all is beautiful, you get what you were hoping for and then you just make up your own worries. Just because people do love feeling miserable somehow. People love moaning and getting this warmth in their tummy, synonym of stress and impatience. And by people I -of course-also mean myself. Actually, I'm probably top of the list.