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.