I'll hang onto the belief that things aren't as bad as they seem, and it's only my sensitivity that's affecting me. That's making me paranoid, once again. That things are exaggerated... they're really not as bad as they seem.
800th post.
Come to think of it, I've really been blogging for a long time now.
3 years? 3 years and 2 months. I don't think I've ever had a single commitment I've held onto for so long. That is, if you can even count blogging as a commitment. Most people wouldn't, I think.
It's bizarre, but my dad was actually the one that got me into blogging. Unbelievable, isn't it?
In 2005, he showed me an article from, I think the Times magazine, about how people were earning money from blogs. I read through the article, and I really didn't know how it worked, except that people were earning money from blogs. Therefore, I thought that I could earn money, if I had a blog too. Not too bad, since I really needed the extra cash to buy the things I wanted back then... I can't really remember what I ever wanted as a kid. Maybe I will if I scour through my memories more.
So I set up this blog.
Ever since I started blogging, I sort of forgot the whole point of making the blog in the first place. The whole point was to earn money, but when I started writing I just forgot about it. Then I started to spend more and more time on it... It used to be that I updated only a few times a month; when I actually remember about the blog. Soon, I started to blog more and more frequently. Since I was hooked onto the computer most of the time, my dad started to use my blog against me. "整天一直 blog blog blog, 也不会好好读书!" So ironic.
I really rant incessantly on my blog. Sometimes the posts get so long people don't even bother to read them. Oh well. I still wish I could write better. I've got so much I need and want to do. So many aspects that can be improved. Not just in terms of vocabulary, but it's quite pertinent that I don't have a writing style, I just keep going on and on and on...
Adding onto this point, I like reading Shirley's blog. Damn, I really haven't seen her for so long. Nearly a year and a half now, I guess? Her blog is stupendous. Every word and line is like a piece of art, a piece of poetry. That's how I want to write. Not exactly the same, but similar.
It's always bad to know that someone hates you. It's always a bad feeling.
I'm trying to ignore that nagging thought. She doesn't hate me she doesn't hate me she doesn't hate me. She just... dislikes me.
... Never mind. Who am I kidding? She really does hate me. ):
I think I don't care. It's just miserable to know someone could have so much hatred towards you. I don't really care since she isn't really my friend at all. It would have been a completely different story if she was my friend. Forget it. I'm ending the post here.
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