Not even quite a celebrity

With 2 major blog revisions in a total of seven years of blogging with a split personality, I just can't quit the idea of showing something new to the web. It's always about rants and bewildering personal situations that I write about, yeah! As much as I would want to relinquish the "reklamador" habit, I feel that this spot understands me well. I can say that blogging is almost like praying. In prayers, you can say anything, ask anything and show any emotions that you have without the necessity of getting a response immediately right after it. No one will get hurt because HE listens. Although not totally similar, blogging somehow gives me that ease feeling of expressing myself and justify all my views in an unrelated audience and in a different realm.

If I say that you're ugly today, it doesn't necessarily mean that you're ugly for the rest of your miserable life. Maybe you could fix yourself tomorrow and then I can call you something else.

The life of an expressive individual like me is never easy. Mistreated, misplaced and misunderstood, at least I can relate to what Pink said in her song. But in my case, it slowed me down. There is just too much to handle. It's a fact that I write with emotions. I guess my heart only can contain blissful events but if melancholy clouded its' space, I somehow need an outlet. If coffee was beer, I would be very very drunk. Let's not just count the cigarette butts. To fathom is my habit. My favorite question to answer always starts with WHY. Do I really need a professional help being like this?

Howbeit, the most important thing is I am still here. Still learning and still trying.

And still blogging...