A Blogger's Life.

Sometimes, I feel that by blogging, it gives you a life by its own. No worries of rejection of thoughts, no worries of reprimand, no worries of conflicts of ideas.

Blogs accept you for who you are. Controversies, if any, lie in the minds of the readers. At least you yourself don't know who are they. That's comforting.

It is terrible to rant on when all you get are more arguments.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself. And I don't think I need more arguments to make me realise that. I just needed soothing words, not harsh sentences.

Definitely, that is not what you would want from someone whom you decided to be with for life.

Who don't have stress at this age? Is it all so hard to say how I had felt for the past few days and receive some consolation?

I understand that I am selfish on my part. But who isn't?

Can someone who understands me tell me why? Or does that someone ever exist?

Bloody hell. School work is stacking up, club work is building up and yet I receive no motivation. Or rather, I do receive motivations but somehow, just not strong enough.

The only constant in life is change. But no matter how drastic the changes are, I just hope that these changes can be compensated for in different ways. I don't want to quarrel because each word stabs my heart like nobody's business. Are compromises so hard to make?

Maybe I need to change my priorities in life. I have wrong priorities. Perhaps.

Who can ever satisfy my thirst? This thirst that I have always wanted. The thirst of someone who will always listen to your sorrows and make you feel better. Maybe this thirst is already satisfied in my life, just that I had forgotten how to appreciate things.

Indeed the art of appreciation is hard to master.