what if the time stops ticking at 4:38 PM
Dear Diary.
Thoughts are run run running through my head right now. Anyhow, here's today's 'topic'. Blogspot. Blogger. Aka, An Online Diary. Then I think, DIARY. Isn't a diary something we write our personal thoughts, encounters, feelings in? So, to confirm what I thought a diary is, I looked up dictionary.com and this is what I found:
di·a·ry [dahy-uh-ree]
1. a daily record, usually private, esp. of the writer's own experiences, observations, feelings, attitudes, etc.
3. a book or pad containing pages marked and arranged in calendar order, in which to note appointments and the like.
Then I think, it's really dumb. (I reckon I've mentioned this to a friend or did I type this down before? Ah, what the heck) What is a diary when I have difficulties writing/typing my true feelings, experiences, observations, attitudes, etc in it? It's far too restricted here.
Talking about feelings. How many of you leave in all the abhorrence, the disgust, the HATE, the animosity, the rage within you? How many of you restrain, bite your own tongue when the urge of blurting everything out is so strong? I do. My whole life, I haven't really stood up for, or even TO myself. I feel like a failure. I guess I haven't got the guts.
Oh bloody hell. This post is so..bleak and emo. Lol (: Again, I'm so tempted to clear off this whole entry. But I guess if you read this, I made it in clicking PUBLISH huh? Cheers people, the sun is shining brightly outside.
