Loneliness is my enemy. But I keep my enemies close. Through writing, I can finally feel secure about me being myself for myself to myself as myself talking about myself. It's sad to realize how much of a self-centered person I am. But through reading my own writings (which are mostly about myself) I become more and more insecure about myself, especially the writings themselves. And how they suck. Horribly. I feel like taking most of my posts back into my blog drafts, and keep it for myself only, but I don't want to live in regrets. Through this media, I am trying to be a more open person. People can read me here. Although I don't brag myself (this blog) in most people's faces. I'm trying ever so hard not to. Maybe I often fail.

I'm a sad person.

Pitying myself is my daily routine. My resolution this year is so far mainly to boost my self-esteem. I cannot forgive myself for a lot of things that happened. Though I accept the past, I still sometimes live in it, to be sure that I don't do the same thing in the future. What the hell is present?

I write but I'm not good at it…

I write but then I read it for myself.

Because I am by myself.

I don't want company, I just don't want to feel lonely any more.

I think I am alone, and I am okay.

And for that, I am a sad person.