Monday, September 18, 2006
It's weird to know some people actually thinks that they know you very well by just reading what you wrote on a blog.
For example, myself. If my daily routine and thoughts can be fully account (not summarized), with just 1000 words, I can publish my own novel by the time I die.
Most of my friends know that I will try to avoid writing any unhappiness in this main blog. Instead, I will lock up all other entries that may upset anyone I am not close to.
So for all these, it doesn't mean that I lead a very good life, without the need of feeling upset over nothing and whining about my seems-so-perfect life.
I have my right to be happy or sad. I don't blame anyone who sees me for who I am on the surface only. But I thought it's nice to understand that I am also a very normal girl, who will suffer from bitch fits, paranoid about almost everything, whine about life, afraid of losing everything.
I am not perfect. No one is. You shouldn't assume. Because I don't.