As I started tracking people with their random lives, I realised I had been a little in my own world. A world I put myself and some people in, then sealed it in. Of course, I put in Facebook and my Rotten Apple, but *sigh*.

I don't know about you, but I have a couple of blogs I read.

I read the posts and I realised that people go through many things; love, breakups, graduation, army, one-night-stands (Damn juicy. I like.) and what. I connected to some, and it was quite irritating after a while, how random people can get to me. But I continue reading, and I realised these are actually what I had thought, had felt, and it became so relatable. Its like 'Hey, I understand what you mean.' or agreeing and going 'Ya lah...' It's like me writing in other people's blogs; its this close to my heart.

I feel so bared now. I feel as though I read my own blogs, just that I haven't keep up mine. It feels good, but not so good.

I'm not prepared to look back at my life, not now. I feel not so good, but good.