It has been like what??? A month??? I don't actually have an adventurous life. So months pass by as if there is nothing different in the air. I used to blog about my problems... Then one day I realise my problems are getting more private than they used to be. This suck big time! Blogging was the was I release most of my frustration, anger, sadness and all the possible emotion humans can feel... But I can't do that no more. I can only tell people that I am sad but not why. I can only tell people that I am angry but not who made me. I can only tell people that I am frustrated but not what or who have cause it.
Ever felt like just walking up to a total stranger who have no idea who you are and just tell him/her everything?! I have felt that way! I was lying on my bed one night, staring up on my fan and wonder, can I just randomly type a message and send it to a unknown number. Can I then tell him/her everything??? I almost did it, but I was too much of a coward to make it happen.
I have a urge wanting to create another blog account that non of my friends will know about. Then, I can at least release everything there. Even though there might be no one reading it, but still, at least I feel much better after pouring my feelings out... Maybe that is what I should do... Writing to strangers...
