Re-read my first few posts and I cringed. The weird thing was that I could actually hear my own voice in those posts. There's a certain though process, a certain consistency that can be found it these posts that traces my development.

I think too much. And yet I always feel behind in so many different areas. The lives of others are not perfect, but why do I feel that I'm using others as a point of reference in search of a meaning to my life?

It's 1.45am and I am posting on a blog nobody reads...

I don't think any of my friends even knke/remember about this blog. Which is awesome because it means I can post what I want. But it also makes me curious to see if anyone will eventually find out about this blog. Probably not.

If you lose a friend you care about because you are honest, it wasn't a good friend.

"What are your choices when someone puts a gun to your head?"

"What are you talking about? You do what they say or they shoot you."

"WRONG. You take the gun, or you pull out a bigger one. Or, you call their bluff. Or, you do any one of a hundred and forty six other things." - Harvey Specter, Suits. 

So many false dilemmas in the world which mislead us. But they disappear when we realise that we have so many choices if we just dare to be different. 

Too much on my mind, like I'm gonna drown soon sigh.

been having pretty elaborate dreams lately. I think I can write a novel as my second career.