2.15am

It is 2.15 am, and I am typing this shit.
Yeah I know, "get a life man"

But there are things in life that cannot be left unsaid or, untyped (for everything else, there's mastercard....ok nvm)

One of these things is how screwed up this has become. No it is not the low view count. (Not that I do not care, but I have learnt to accept the reality.) It is the content.

As you can see from my the first few titles, I had initially put a lot of thought into this blog. (I DID, shut up, I did ok) I had intended it to be some sort of detailed account of my life, with perhaps a few witty comments here and there, something that I can read 20 years later and smile at.

But as I re-read my previous posts, I could not help but notice how far I had strayed from my original purpose. All I'm writing here is fluff. Pure. Fluff. It is not me; it is not even who I want to be. Not that the stuff I wrote are lies, but they are not the things that matter in my life. They're just a few lines of comic relief, nothing more.





It's really kind of sad...

Happy now, inner mugger? You've wrote a whole frigging wall of text. Nice one la.
inner mugger xinghe:1 bored and need to sleep xinghe: 0

screw u