1.) everything becomes complicated
2.) I don't enjoy myself because of family distractions
3.) I prefer being alone than drag people to the "complicateness"(if ever there's such a word) of my life

I hate how much I love reading books. It makes me too attached to the characters.

1.) Why did we lose?
2.) Why does the moon follow me everywhere I go?
3.) Why do I feel useless?

Dear You,

I don't think I'm perfect. Honestly, I haven't even thought about it. I have flaws (a lot actually). I just don't know why people say it directly to your face. I mean, you just can't say to people they're ugly and fat! Well, except if you're really an evil person with no heart then you'd probably have the guts to say that but as for me, I can't do that. I just can't go to someone and tell them their flaws! Who does that? Oh um wait, you do.

And oh in case you didn't get the point, words hurt.. especially when you know it's true.

Dear You,

I tried my blogging capabilities last time but I think it didn't work out. So now, I'm back to square one and I solemnly promise to try harder to blog--not for you, but for me. I don't know how this blog will turn out but I'm sure this will define me and it will be a hell of a blog. Cheers.