Someone once told me that Jc life is secondary school on steriods.

I think I can finally understand what she means now.

Something is happening to me, and I just can't put my finger to it. In a strange way, I think I'm like coming out from my cocoon. I hope I can become a butterfly. Ha, metamorphosis. That's the word. It's so strange.

I feel strange.

My friends tell me that I'm weird. Rightly so, I guess. I figured I'm always a little odd in most situations.

I don't know why I post these things here.

I'm trying to sort out my thoughts but they just keep escaping me. Haha, a little like sand running through your fingers. Well, in this case, it'll be my thoughts running through my.. consciousness.

I think I'm in a dilemma. Though not really.

I fear I may be going mental.

It's like my thoughts are---

I can't---

Now I think I understand why people have this impression that blog posts are mostly about sad stuff.

Why would anyone post when they're happy? Wouldn't they rather be out there, being happy? As compared to being at home, and blogging that they're happy.

Rather, when people are sad, they tend to prefer to be in the comforts of their own home. So I think, in this case, they blog more about sad stuff.

That's my reasoning.
Maybe I'm thinking too much.

Ha, I think I do think too much.
It's burderning me.

Oh well.

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