A madness most discreet.

since ive started this blog with a shit, let me finish it with again, a mess.

no, i won`t delete this blog though ive considered erasing this journal many weeks back. wtf. with just a thought of regretting things i`ve done before, it crossed my mind that i won`t stop this online journal and thus continue doing what i`ve started. what i really love. my passion. my life. my pen and paper. writing..that is.

i know, for a short span of a week or two, i might leave this cocoon and face what life stored for me.

i might forget that i do have an online journal. yes, i have a blog. no new layout. no whatever. no one sees my work (except for those people i know!) well, i don`t let anyone see or visit or worse read what my hands are capable of doing. excuse my grammar bloghoppers.

one thing i hate is.. people minding my life. reading my sorta everyday blahblahness. how my boring day went. my uber complicated lovelife. my misery. me as a pathetic human being who takes what life has to give but doesn`t necessarily like it.

ironic, isn`t it? i blog. i blog. i blog. i write. i press the button. i type the words. i love generalizing my thoughts and ideas which cannot be tormented by anyone. tralala they`re already here, superfluous words attacks. i do hate the pa-cool effect of other people. im burning up.

hell, i publish my blog. i don`t save them as drafts. i let anyone read my life. men, that`s bullshit.

what`s with me? i don`t know. i just hate it.

its funny since its an online chuchu.. anyone would be able to read this blog or entry or whatever. but again, forgive me for i am not infavor of this.

im afraid i cannot write anymore.