Well. It’s Christmas Eve.
Yaaaaaaaaaay.
Tis the season to be jolly, they say. I kind of wish I celebrated Christmas now, maybe I wouldn’t feel so down :( Just a note, all my posts seem like I want to kill myself. The truth is I only blog when I’m like. sad.
Its amazing how much can change in a year.
I feel rather ashamed by myself now. I always kind of… pride myself on not being bothered by the more petty things in life. I made (am making) all my personal problems such a big deal. I actually thought ”no one has to go through what I am. They’re so called problems are so stupid and shallow. They should try going through this.”
I am so arrogant.
The sad thing is, i had to read this tumblr page to realise that even though my issues are pretty painful, so is everyone else’s.
http://crushed.tumblr.com/page/9
for instance. I am amazed and astoundeed that these words did not come out from my own mouth.
“you,
i find it crazy that you’re the one boy i’ve ever truly fell head over heels for, and we haven’t even spoken in person to each other. i want to meet you, i want to be able to stand in front of you and talk to you, i want to be able to walk next to you and to hear what your laugh sounds like, but i know that will never happen because i’m far too convinced that i’m not nearly the person you’re expecting. i’ll just be a disappointment, and i’d rather go nowhere than go there with you.
— me”
Maybe everyone is like that. Maybe everyone thinks that they’re going through the impossible. Maybe everyone is an arrogant ass.





























