nope
"before i pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained. and in saying you loved me, made things harder at best."
early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance
(i love this song a little too much)
this blog is going to be 1 soon. on july 17. great. since the time i've created this, i never really asked myself what's the whole point of it all. now seems like a nice time.
but as i come to actually try figure out why, i can't. the most pausible reason is that i always have a whole lot of thoughts floating around in my head. and i couldn't forget them because i was worried that they would be lost forever. it's like printing an essay and then burning it. a waste of my brain space.
so i supposed that writing it down would make it permanant, and so i could peacefully delete the thoughts from my head without worrying that they would be wasted.
but that still doesn't justify making a blog, since i could have written my thoughts down in a diary or even on microsoft word and saved it somewhere in the deep recesses of my computer.
as i've said, i always have a lot of crap in my head. and i always wonder if it's just me being crazy or do other people share the same weird/stupid/whatever ideas as myself. like am i being stupid hating on pink wearing fags or do people actually think the same? and a blog would probably help find some answers.
to find these answers, i would need readers. after some time, it seemed that no one was reading the shit i write or they were just too shy to comment. but i still continued. by then, blogging was more for self-entertainment than to find like-minded people. to amuse myself, and still to clear my brain.
a new classmate of mine say that i like to mumble to myself and then laugh. it's all self-amusement, as long as i understand myself. actually i think she's just dumb not to understand my mumblings. i hope she doesn't read this.
having extremely few readers also help in a way that i don't have to worry about offending the people i know. i don't really care about strangers. with readers, especially those whom i know, i have to control myself. i can't say things like my classmate being dumb like i did above.
and as time passed, i also realised that it isin't exactly easy to transfer my thoughts into something more legible, since things are usually a whole big mess in my head. more often than not, the things i think about and the things i type out are almost vastly different, although they still hold the same basic values.
and because of this rough transition, parts of my original meaning are either lost or mashed up or exaggerated to allow for easier understanding to the few readers i have. so don't always take the things i say seriously. you could always ask me if you really want to know if that's what i really think.
the messed up paragraphs of this post is a perfect example of my thoughts not transferring smoothly into words. i hope you can understand this shit.
early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance
(i love this song a little too much)
this blog is going to be 1 soon. on july 17. great. since the time i've created this, i never really asked myself what's the whole point of it all. now seems like a nice time.
but as i come to actually try figure out why, i can't. the most pausible reason is that i always have a whole lot of thoughts floating around in my head. and i couldn't forget them because i was worried that they would be lost forever. it's like printing an essay and then burning it. a waste of my brain space.
so i supposed that writing it down would make it permanant, and so i could peacefully delete the thoughts from my head without worrying that they would be wasted.
but that still doesn't justify making a blog, since i could have written my thoughts down in a diary or even on microsoft word and saved it somewhere in the deep recesses of my computer.
as i've said, i always have a lot of crap in my head. and i always wonder if it's just me being crazy or do other people share the same weird/stupid/whatever ideas as myself. like am i being stupid hating on pink wearing fags or do people actually think the same? and a blog would probably help find some answers.
to find these answers, i would need readers. after some time, it seemed that no one was reading the shit i write or they were just too shy to comment. but i still continued. by then, blogging was more for self-entertainment than to find like-minded people. to amuse myself, and still to clear my brain.
a new classmate of mine say that i like to mumble to myself and then laugh. it's all self-amusement, as long as i understand myself. actually i think she's just dumb not to understand my mumblings. i hope she doesn't read this.
having extremely few readers also help in a way that i don't have to worry about offending the people i know. i don't really care about strangers. with readers, especially those whom i know, i have to control myself. i can't say things like my classmate being dumb like i did above.
and as time passed, i also realised that it isin't exactly easy to transfer my thoughts into something more legible, since things are usually a whole big mess in my head. more often than not, the things i think about and the things i type out are almost vastly different, although they still hold the same basic values.
and because of this rough transition, parts of my original meaning are either lost or mashed up or exaggerated to allow for easier understanding to the few readers i have. so don't always take the things i say seriously. you could always ask me if you really want to know if that's what i really think.
the messed up paragraphs of this post is a perfect example of my thoughts not transferring smoothly into words. i hope you can understand this shit.
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