blogging is kind of its only world. like i honestly dont expect anyone to read my blog, like to the point where i'd actually be surprised if somebody did. probably due to the fact that it is about nothing at the moment.
but i think its funny, how it makes something acceptable, that on twitter or facebook would just be like, keep it to yourself. and i just think thats legitimately because the majority of people write blogs to themself, or to their future self.
i enjoy the idea that in 10 years i can come back and basically just read the honest thoughts of my seventeen year old self. that's quite nice.
reading blogs is interesting, to a certain extent i almost feel like i'm getting in someones head, like i'm reading something that they didn't intend me to read. and it gets me thinking, imagine if we could legitimately read minds. Like we knew every mistake every person had made, every thought they had, all their secret sin, or we could see their pain or their fear.
I reckon the world is more messed up than we think, we just choose to keep stuff in our head. which is good.. to an extent.
lack of sleep seems to make me polar opposites, life is so hilarious its not funny, then the next day i just sit in class forcing my eyes to stay open real zoned out. But for the times when bad jokes are so hilarious i'm really enjoying it...
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