Welcome to the new year, me. I always try to not put so much high hopes, especially when it is regarding others. For people do disappoint, they are not perfect too. But in times of need, I forgot. When I'm desperate for a change, I can't help but to hope. A hope for a better tomorrow.
Why do I make it sound like it's the end of the world? Hell no, I know it isn't the end of the world. Just a disappointed person ranting here. No one's fault I'm sure.
Blog oh blog, how I've missed you. You know, every time I post something here, it's as if I am talking to myself. If it wasn't for the recent MBTI test that I've taken, I'd think me crazy as well.
Apparently, I think like an introvert. I prefer to talk in my own head, blog and write diary then talking to others. Oh wait, I don't write any diary. =P
Sigh... I don't handle depression well. Or disappointment. Crap... I only make a fair weathered friend. I suck at all these. When I'm unhappy, I can't seem to write anything about it. It is difficult to express it. My thoughts run wild. I can't seem to think of anything positive. And this is the part where I know I need to sleep. Sleeping the anger off. But I can't.
I'm tired feeling that the world owes me something. No one does. I need to fight for it. And this is me telling myself, "Hey you! You are no fucking doormat. You are not a pushover, and people will not take you for granted. Your brain is a gift, so use it wisely. Don't wait to be discovered! You have to show to people that you can do things. Be appreciated!".
So, this year, it's not about survival. I will be better, and I will kick ass.
