It’s hard to explain. Really.
To begin with: This post is especially written for the few people who saw my embarassing “The end” post, which I have already deleted.
Let me start from the beginning:
There were some times, where I wasn’t feeling well. There were those times, where I am just tired of everything, hours for hours lying melancholy on the bed and doing nothing at all.
But that was half a year ago – and I’ve written the post back then.
At that time, I really had a really hard time, where I simply wished to disappear from the earth.
And that’s when I wrote that post. I fantasized a post of my own end, some sort of a faked testament. In retrospective view, this was the dumbest things I’ve ever done.
This wasn’t suposed to be published. It should never become public. It should be deleted immediately.
Thus, when I was browsing my drafts folder three days ago, I discovered that post again and read it. I… was genuiely shocked what I wrote back then. This is just seriously wrong. I want to move it to the trash but I misclicked and it was accidently published.
I realized it a bit late and despite deleting the post soon after, there were still some people who read it.
To everyone, who thought I am closing my blog forever: It’s a serious misunderstanding and I am really sorry if I worried you.
I didn’t know how many people actually read that post but it must be really a shock for you.
So let’s just forget that little unfortunate incident and look forward for the next day.
(To everyone who’ve read this far and don’t have a clue what’s going on here: just disregard the whole post)