the reason

a mess. total flop. full of craps and bull almost all the time. an increasing trend of short meaningless pieces. pieces of puzzles which dont fit. yet another description of the insignificance of this blog.

a mess planned so very well that it look nothing else like a real mess. messiness of the very mess, wrapped by the mess itself is absurdly messy, even to the author's himself. and that was me, spelling my thoughts with confusion of my sleepy mind.

this blog is not as striking or bold or even remotely interesting to most people. yeah, an exact copy of the author himself. but that doesnt mean that its existance is a waste, a worthless piece of neverending nothingness. it may seem like being unnotice is fine, but do ponder the reason of creating a blog itself. a medium to smash the world with thoughts, thoughts unspoken, undescribed by the tongue. to be heard.

yes, im just another guy in the crowd. who owns a pair of jeans. who like to be liked, and have dreams of his own. who find difficulties spelling his feeling or arranging thoughts into syllables. have emotions, that sometimes offend others but cant help but to feel them. but i am here. i do exist. even if its a dissapointing existance, i exist.