Again

i need something to do...

i need a place to ramble on...

so this is where i'm gonna start - again - welcome to the narcissictis journey of my self-centred yet inconsequential existence.

whenever i start blogging the words fizzle out after a few lines. i can't write a decent paragraph. damn. everything i've ever written appeared like complete rubbish which make my stomach sick on reading them again. and i always have to feel apologetic in doing something that is more for the amusement of teenagers, of having to describe my life which is often dull, stupid and perhaps even- tragic. punching letters that do not matter to any goddamn soul in the entire universe, while secretly hoping that someone might find them interesting, or unique, or even worthwhile.

i'm still roaming, wandering around with what little courage i have inside - it still seems like i'm searching for something, yet deep inside i know everything is just a lame attempt at justifying the hollow and meaninglessness of it all.