A Piece of My Life

She is alone. Getting along well with all her classmates, yet not finding true friendship in any of them. Those neighbours of hers whom she addresses as true friends are not friends, but merely companions. A boy whom she barely knows has caught her attention.

She indulges in books, finding them as her only friends, preferring the life of sweet fantasy to that of cruel reality. Having lost trust in her so called friends, there is no one she can confide in. Every night is a painful one to endure, without even faint memories of true friendship.

Friendship? Easy to find. True friendship? Near impossible.

My above sentences are not at all dramatic. In fact, they are real. I'm sure there're also other loners like me out there, so cheers to you all!

Pessimism

I'll start with the fact that I'm a failed pessimist. I've tried so hard to look on the dark side of stuff, but there doesn't seem to be anything bad about sitting in front of the computer, posting this post, when I could be outside cycling in the cool comfort of the night air. Sigh...Hey! I actually found something to curse. One point for the failed pessimist. Ok,so THAT was lame. I'm lying. I'm NOT allowed to cycle outside at night in the cool comfort of the night air...Oh wow, I'm actually telling the truth now, and I found something to curse! I'm NOT allowed to cycle outside at night! Whee, THAT's something to be pessimistic about. But then again, my life, I have to admit, is pretty good. So in the end, I'm a failed pessimist and an unwilling optimist.

A rather kinky post, isn't this? Well, it's still a pretty good way to start off this blog. Don't you notice that the first posts of each and every blog is SO lame, mostly because the blog owners are telling people about themselves. Stupid people. I won't waste time doing THAT. You can just ask me, and I'll answer. Why stick all that junk about ourselves onto the blog when people might not even want to ask you about yourself?