time has a way of renewing life. it cannot erase unpleasant memories but it has a way of detaching all the bad feelings and grudges towards those memories. i don't know if this speaks for everyone, but it does for me.

i tend to remember the good things and paralyse my memory of the bad. somehow with the good, the feelings overwhelm but with the bad, i am able to push them all away. maybe they're there, somewhere stuck at the back of my head, but as long as they don't resurface, i'm good. this may sound delusional but well, do what suits best.

guess i've chosen a lifestyle that most people would not understand and some would even shun but that's who i really am, take it or leave it. i'm fortunate to have many close friends around who are supportive of me and who understand what i'm going through. i do sometimes miss those times in secondary school with all the favourite people in the world around me, but i wish i knew then, who i really am and had accepted myself for who i was. we all grow up don't we?

just suddenly feeling a tad of bittersweetness, probably from all the blog hopping, reading the encounters and experiences of people who're deemed different in society. so many stories i can relate to, yet so many untold truths that lie between each line of the story.

you know, i can just write and write each day, i can never get tired of writing. wonder if people ever get tired of reading but i don't really care. this's just a space, an outlet for myself.

there are many dreams in me, alot of desire to achieve, goals, material wants...but they all amount to the one same final destination that i want to get to. i feel like i'm getting nearer, slowly but surely...tell me if i'm wrong.