Blogging

-Is hard. I want to spill to it right now. So much is happening for me, so many new things that even a week ago I couldn't imagine being apart of me.

Yet these things compose mostly of private matters, which I have a hard enough time keeping to myself as is.

I HATE WRITING ABOUT BORING EVERY DAY CRAP.

Nobody cares about these, I'm going to be bluntly realistic. Nobody in the world is going to discover my heartfelt writings. My friends probably don't even read this anymore. Mr Worth, your probably the only person who reads this and I don't think you care much about my petty life problems and experiences.

There are a jillion zillion blogs out there and mine will just get lost in them all.

Kind of same with life.

I don't aspire to do anything all that great. I don't have gifts of talent above anyone else. I'll hardly be noticed unless fate feels differently.

And who am I to mess with fate. Who am I at all?

I'm not religous. I'm not a deep thinker. My sense of self is less than par. I eat shit and sleep. Go to school. Learn about junk thats already happened and how to solve X.

I want to get away from it all. Humans are the most annoying of all organisms. Without us everything would be quiet. Blessed quiet.

Of course I don't really mean this. Its just a mood. One of a thousand that come and go.

Maybe someday it'll all settle down some. But who am I trying to kid...