Random.

This light feeling when you open up in this blog and you just don't care whether people read it or not; whether those people you're talking about know that they're being talked about. I really hate staying this late facing my laptop doing nothing but to keep browsing and updating all social networking sites I have, but this moment's different. I love it. Lol. Honest. I swear. I solemnly do.

I was about to post something that's been trending in Twitter for hours now. It's #13thingsilove, but I know I'm too lazy to think of things I love and try to compress them in 13 distinctions.

I was planning to post something about whatever but at the same time something's holding me back. Something's really holding me back. I guess I have to remind myself---or rather--- make myself believe that no one can read this before I type that. But that's hard.

I'm really bursting to say it. I felt misunderstood and I want to clear things out. Oh, thinking about it over again really sucks. It really does. Fuck off. I guess, sometimes, "whatever" is sufficient.