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An empty space, an empty glass, emptiness surrounds. What am i going on about you wonder? Well i wonder precisesly the same! What am i trying to tell you?

Over the last 26 years of my life i have come to realise that i am a reusable bin. You feel me up with your garbage, your throw-aways and when the stench gets unbreable you clean me up only to use me again. I am but an empty bin to begin with, only to be filled and emptied.

I feel lost, helpless and i ask myself is it possible for someone to love another person to such an extent where nothing else ever makes logical sense? I don't really know, maybe it is, maybe it's not love but fear, fear of lonelliness, fear of the unknown. Hence maybe it is this fear rather than love that i am willing to be the empty bin to be filled and emptied over and over again.

What am i going on about? Have i just got my heartbroken by some boy? No, i haven't but my friend has and i thought i'll help her empty her feelings onto my blog, why anyone's experince, pain and feeling is worth sharing. Believe me this is fact not fiction.

Till the next time, think and ask yourselves my dear readers how many of us are the empty bin to be filled and emptied? Are you willing to be the bin for the rest of your lives? Sordid or otherwise.

For now get hold of a wine bottle and finish it all, never know if you'll wake up tomorrow, so enjoy the finer things in life.

Mocha